Wang Jidao asked Lu Chenzhou quite a few questions about cultivation. Lu Chenzhou dared not hide anything, nor could he hide it, and there was no need to. He wanted to display his talent and obtain more resources.
Before him stood a Grandmaster. The opportunity was right in front of him.
In all of Su City, there were not many stronger than Wang Jidao.
Looking across Great Xia, Grandmasters were all figures of high status and great authority. They generally held important posts within the state and had a say in major affairs. Becoming familiar to one of them would bring endless benefits.
Wang Jidao more or less knew what Lu Chenzhou was thinking.
He was surely taking this chance to show himself off for Wang Jidao to see.
The other students were the same whenever they met him.
He did not dislike it. In this era, ordinary people who practiced martial arts had to become known. It was true that gold would eventually shine, but if it took too long, the day lilies would have gone cold.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Jidao said:
"Go back to your dormitory. Try not to stay on the mountain too late in the future. It increases the burden of guarding the place for me. This old man is a hundred years old—I need to sleep too."
Lu Chenzhou was secretly shocked when he heard that.
"Grandmaster Wang was a hundred years old, yet still looked middle-aged. The rumors that Grandmasters had an average lifespan of five jiazi seem to be true. For a Grandmaster, a hundred years was indeed the prime of life.
"Moreover, once martial arts reached such a profound and unfathomable realm, one could already firmly preserve one's essence and vitality, growing old without leaking it away, one's appearance