"Greetings, Elder!"
A group of Daoists and Daoist children, all under twenty and dressed in blue Daoist robes, saluted Zhao Rui in unison with cupped fists.
The mountains were majestic, and a gust of wind rustled through them. The disciples' voices were loud and clear, their echoes reverberating through the peaks.
'What a feeling!'
Zhao Rui felt an incredible sense of satisfaction.
This was completely different from when the students at the Martial Arts Hall or on the Martial Arts Team called him Senior Brother or Coach.
This title, this atmosphere… this was the true flavor of the Jianghu.
"Zhao Rui, their skill levels vary, and many of the Martial Arts they know are severely incomplete. It's impossible to perfect them. Are you sure this will be useful?"
Daoist Yu asked, still a bit astonished.
