"Goodbye, Teacher Lu."
After class, the students headed home in groups of two or three. Every one of them glanced at the black-clad swordsman sitting inconspicuously in the corner as they passed the gate.
Only after all the students had left did Xue Shilou speak.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, you seem to be enjoying yourself." Xue Shilou had spent ages working up to that one sentence.
Sword cultivators were generally poor conversationalists. Daoist Wuyu and Lu Yang were the two exceptions.
Xue Shilou truly didn't know what to say. Lu Yang was teaching a group of students martial arts at a school, and by the look of it, they didn't know who he was. Otherwise, they wouldn't have reacted so calmly.
Why teach them? Teach me! How much do you charge per lesson? I'll sign up too!
"Just getting a taste of life. I hear Fellow Daoist Xue has quite a reputation in the Extreme North," Lu Yang teased.
Back at the Sword Tower's Sword-Welcoming Ceremony, Xue Shilou had been somewhat famous in the Extreme North. They hadn't seen each other in years, and Lu Yang hadn't expected his reputation there to have grown so much that he was now hailed as the most gifted swordsman in the Extreme North.
With his cultivation at the late stage of Spirit Transformation, he really could lord it over the Extreme North. Even if he ran into an opponent on the Great Demon King's level, he could still escape unscathed.
"It's all thanks to people talking me up. I'm nowhere near your level, Fellow Daoist Lu." Xue Shilou knew he was only famous in the Extreme North. Outside of it, who would know him?
Lu Yang was different. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was famous throughout the world.
At last, Xue