Although things had been awkward for a while, Lan Wangchuan still had someone help Zhong Shenxiu repay the debt.
"Master Lan, how does your strength compare to that of genuine Martial Artists?"
Zhong Shenxiu took the opportunity to ask his question.
"If you can embrace the Pill with your Qi and Blood, you can be said to have stepped through the threshold of a Martial Artist. It's just that I've never passed the Martial Artist Association's assessment, so I never received the title of a genuine Martial Artist."
Lan Wangchuan sighed. "For that very reason, I can't give you a letter of recommendation and let you register directly with the Martial Artist Association. However, I know someone who truly holds the title of Martial Artist—a master known as White Ape Liu San. If you want to become a Martial Artist, you can go to this address and find him. Have him recommend you for registration with the Martial Artist Association."
"Thank you!"
Zhong Shenxiu gave Lan Wangchuan a deep glance, then left with Luo Xiaoqing.
"That's enough. Everyone, disperse."
Inside the martial arts school, the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle gradually dispersed.
Lan Xiangyu followed Lan Wangchuan to the office and said in a low voice, "Master, should I..."
Bang!
Lan Wangchuan slammed the desk hard. "Put away all those little schemes of yours. Do you think hiring a gunman to beat that kid to death or cripple him will restore our martial arts school's reputation? Dream on! Besides...the Star Alliance's laws aren't a joke either. You want to eat prison food? I'm still worried no one will look after me in my old age or see me off when I die."
A True Disciple like this was practically even closer than a son, so Lan Wangchuan