"Upon hearing it was you, I put down what I was doing and rushed over. Let's find somewhere else to talk.
Go notify Lü Xingde. Tell him to take charge of things here."
Sun Tao stopped before Xiang Yang and gave him a careful look, his expression strange.
There was some happiness, some disappointment, some anticipation, and some hesitation. Only then did he say those words.
The people behind Sun Tao were all minor Postnatal figures, the sort who served as followers. Hearing the order, they scattered in the blink of an eye.
With only the two of them left, the atmosphere became rather peculiar. Without exchanging a word, Xiang Yang followed Sun Tao to a two-story teahouse near East Street. They booked a private room and ordered two plates of pastries and some tea.
"In the blink of an eye, years have passed. When I first saw you, it was on one of the ghost streets in our Anyuan County. You carried a Wild Goose Feather Saber, a young boy with a proud bearing that remains vivid in my memory.
Who would have thought that in only a few short years, you would have grown to this point? Anyuan County has produced only one Xiang Yang."
Seated in a huanghuali chair by the window, Sun Tao faced the breeze wafting in as he expertly brewed tea, his voice filled with emotion as he spoke to Xiang Yang.
"There is not only me, but also you. Sun Tao, martial instructor of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts Hall—you have actually cultivated your martial arts to their present level. If your master, Old Hero Qian, knew, he should be smiling in the underworld."
Sun Tao's master, Qian Changming, had merely been a lay disciple of White Jade Temple. He had practiced a