Zhu Yeqing nodded. He knew Lin Taichu was right. Only by improving their strength would they stand a chance against the President.
Thus, Zhu Yeqing began training wholeheartedly. Under Lin Taichu's guidance, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and he soon reached an entirely new realm.
Lin Taichu did not remain idle either. He began secretly investigating the President's movements, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
Day by day, Zhu Yeqing's cultivation grew stronger, while Lin Taichu's plan became increasingly refined.
Finally, on a dark and windy night, Lin Taichu led Zhu Yeqing quietly to the President's residence.
"Master, are we really just going to barge in?" Zhu Yeqing asked worriedly as he looked at the towering residence before them.
Lin Taichu smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I have my arrangements."
With that, Lin Taichu led Zhu Yeqing around to the back gate of the residence and gave it a gentle push. To their surprise, it was unlocked.
Zhu Yeqing froze for a moment, then understood. Lin Taichu must have arranged everything long ago and had merely been waiting to act tonight.
Night hung low, the stars concealed behind thick clouds, and the President's residence lay steeped in silence. Lin Taichu and Zhu Yeqing slipped soundlessly through the loosely guarded courtyard and arrived outside the President's training chamber. They knew that the President cultivated here every night until late.
Lin Taichu gave Zhu Yeqing a look, and they struck at the same time, smashing through the window and entering. The President reacted swiftly. The instant he heard the disturbance, he jolted awake from meditation, flipped to his feet, and gathered qi in both palms, ready to fight.
"Lin Taichu, you dare trespass into my residence? You're courting death!" the president of the martial arts association said coldly, a flicker