The middle-aged man was somewhat related to Cheng Zitong and knew about what had happened in the past. To be honest, he had always felt it was unfair to Cheng Zitong.
Just because he had been born into a martial arts family, was he supposed to deserve being looked down on if he did not excel at martial arts?
Especially after Cheng Zitong left Central City for Yangzhi, certain people from martial arts lineages had used him everywhere as a negative example. It infuriated the man, and he had argued with those people over it several times.
Only in the past two years had those people finally fallen silent.
As for the reason...
He suddenly remembered something. Looking at Chen Chuan standing not far away, his figure unusually upright even in casual clothes, he was immediately startled and asked in a low voice, "Brother Tong, that is..."
Cheng Zitong smiled. "Oh? That's my student. He heard I was coming back this time, so he came specifically to pick me up."
The middle-aged man shuddered. Who did not know now that Brother Tong's student was... All at once, he did not even dare breathe too loudly or look in that direction.
Cheng Zitong patted his shoulder. "My old room is still there, right?"
The middle-aged man hurriedly replied, "It is, Brother Tong. This is the house Aunt left you. No matter what, I had to keep an eye on it for you."
Cheng Zitong patted him again, then turned back to Chen Chuan. "Xiao Chuan, I'm here now. I can move my things myself; it's no trouble. You should head back first."
Chen Chuan said, "All right. Teacher, contact me anytime if you need anything."
"Your teacher won't stand on ceremony with you."
Chen Chuan smiled faintly. "Teacher, I'll be going