At the reception desk, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties sat staring at his personal terminal, looking rather bored.
"Hello, I'm here to apply for a coaching position."
Qin Feng's voice was calm.
"Oh, hello."
The young man looked up. When he saw Qin Feng, his eyes lit up, and he stood to greet him enthusiastically. "Please, have a seat. We have openings for Level One to Three coaching positions. Which one are you interested in…?"
"The Sun Chan Hall Master, has he… been back?"
Qin Feng cut him off, asking the question that concerned him most.
The young man paused, seeming to rack his brain for the somewhat distant name.
"Old Master Sun… The seniors at the Martial Arts Hall say he came back once, over thirty years ago. He only stayed for a few days before leaving again."
Over thirty years ago.
Qin Feng calculated silently. 'That was right around the time Master Sun taught me the rudiments of the Ten-Complete Hand.'
"Ah, I see."
