Mingsha Fort Training Base, exclusive lounge.
Han Xiaotian sat upright in the center of the long sofa, rolling two antique walnuts between his fingers, looking thoroughly at ease.
Luo Guang Sheng sat diagonally across from him, his face alight with excitement.
"Now that Instructor Shen has taken leave, heh heh, quite a few things..."
"Ahem!" Han Xiaotian's expression turned solemn. He coughed twice, cutting Luo Guang Sheng off.
The latter froze for a moment, then smiled knowingly. "The children have performed splendidly—victory after victory, their momentum as mighty as a rainbow."
"Heh, if I remember correctly, even during Instructor Shen's term, they didn't achieve results like this in their graduation trial, did they?"
"I have to say, Old Han, you're truly something in the Martial Arts Education Circle!"
As he spoke, he raised a thumbs-up and looked at Han Xiaotian with open admiration.
The old man had a lean, refined face and a calm bearing touched by a hint of sharpness. He smiled faintly.
"Patriarch Luo, you flatter me. The younger generation's achievements were also inseparable from the careful guidance you and Principal Ni provided during this period."
"As for this old man, I'm just an idler. I wouldn't dare claim the credit."
"Not at all, not at all." Luo Guang Sheng hurriedly waved his hand, his expression solemn. "Without Old Han's methods, how could they have reached where they are today?"
"Without Little Friend Han Che's bearing as a leader and heaven-bestowed talent, this bunch of good-for-nothings would be nothing more than a heap of loose sand."
As he spoke, his tone suddenly shifted, and worry crept in. "Old Han, Principal Ni... The military wants to livestream this. Could they have some kind of fallback plan?"
Han Xiaotian's hands never stopped moving, producing a crisp clacking sound.
"What fallback