Of course, those legends had no need to queue up in the early hours of the morning.
Wherever they went, they enjoyed VIP treatment.
Early morning, outside a five-star hotel.
Luo Jingwen saw Ye Zong carrying his luggage and looked surprised.
"Director Ye, you came too? When did you arrive?" He hadn't seen him at the gathering of legends the night before.
"Mm, I was passing through Zhonghai on business, so I thought I'd stop by and have a look." Ye Zong nodded, his expression slightly unnatural.
Passing through? Like hell I believe that!
But people were better left unexposed, so Luo Jingwen could only pretend he hadn't noticed.
He could also somewhat understand the complicated feelings of the waves that came before when faced with the waves that followed. Sometimes the gap between a genius and an ordinary person was simply despairing—you couldn't even catch their exhaust fumes.
Back in my day...
"Then does that mean you don't have a seat? I could talk to the school for you. The dean of this academy is Chief Chen's younger sister. I know her," Luo Jingwen said with a smile.
"No need... The school reserved a seat for me," Ye Zong replied.
The atmosphere turned awkward. Fortunately, just then, another legend walked out of the hotel.
"Up early, Old Luo? Old Ye, you're here too." A white man strode out of the hotel with a commanding presence and called to them. He looked toward Ye Zong. "I heard you've also broken through to legend and reached demigod. How about we spar sometime? A friendly spar, of course."
It was An Haoran, former leader of the Myriad Gods Society.
Ye Zong's eyes lit up. "Sure. Let's all pick a time. Whenever works."
In letters, there was no first place; in martial arts,