"Ever since I came to the Extreme North, I've been hiding my cultivation and identity, teaching boxing at a martial arts school. I've been living by the sun, rising at dawn and resting at dusk. It's been a very regular life."
Meng Jingzhou was delighted. From what Old Lu said, this place sounded perfectly safe. "So you haven't fought at all since coming to the Extreme North?"
"Uh, I can't say I haven't fought. I've had one fight."
"One fight is fine. Who was your opponent?"
"A beast tide formed by four great demon kings and countless demon beasts."
"...Are you sure you came to the Extreme North to experience the mortal world?"
"That's not important. Come on, let's go. I'll take you to our martial arts school. Running into great demon kings and a beast tide was an accident. The martial arts school is where I'm truly experiencing the mortal world."
"I heard you were at a martial arts school," Meng Jingzhou said. He'd heard from Senior Brother Dai that Old Lu had sent a message with his dying breath, saying he was at a martial arts school in Snow City, in the Extreme North.
"Our school is called Tiger Roar Martial Arts School. It's part of Tiger Roar Sect."
Lu Yang brought Meng Jingzhou to the school. The gatekeeper, Little Huo, was faithfully guarding the entrance, keeping outsiders from entering.
"Old Meng, let me introduce you. This is our school's gatekeeper, Little Huo."
Last night, Huo Huashen had stayed up late arranging the defenses around Tiger Roar Martial Arts School. The work had taken a lot out of him, and he was looking rather listless.
But the moment he heard Lu Yang call someone "Old Meng," he perked right up.
The only person Lu Yang would call Old