Zhao Xuanqi nodded and followed behind Weng Xiaolin, walking toward the group of large men holding the sign.
"Rong, it's been a long time."
Weng Xiaolin said with a smile to the leader of the group.
This leader was nearly two meters tall with extremely broad palms. His figure could be described as "stout," with no visible, chiseled muscles, yet he couldn't be called fat.
He closely resembled the build of ancient Military Generals, exuding an immense sense of pressure.
"Hall Master Weng, welcome to Guangdong. And this is?"
The large man called Rong bowed slightly with his hands clasped toward Weng Xiaolin, then turned his head to look at Zhao Xuanqi, who was standing beside him.
"This is my new True Inheritance disciple, Zhao Qi. He's only been with me for a year. I brought him to this Martial Arts Association gathering to broaden his horizons."
Weng Xiaolin said to Rong with a smile.
