After leaving the quiet room, Yang Ling went to see Xu Qing.
By now, Xu Qing knew that Yang Ling had actually been hiding a Cultivation Method, and that his strength was likely greater than his own.
Xu Qing's expression turned somewhat serious.
"Supervisor Yang, has your strength reached a rank yet?"
Yang Ling was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"I think so."
Xu Qing was envious. "Among the Third Generation Disciples of our Mountain River Sect, Yang Zhiwen is the only one whose strength has reached a rank.
"Master said that with my talent, I'll need at least another three to five years of training before I might reach a rank.
"Going by age, you're not much older than me. I didn't expect you to be ahead of me in Martial Arts."
"Senior Brother Xu, I was just lucky."
Yang Ling smiled.
Xu Qing waved a hand. "There's no such thing as luck in this line of work. It's all hard practice and aptitude.
"Don't worry. I couldn't be happier that you're this strong. With you keeping an eye on things, Yang Zhiwen will have a hard time interfering with the Red Gold Mine."
"By the way, don't call me Senior Brother anymore. Just call me Xu Qing."
"You're a ranked Martial Artist. It makes me feel embarrassed when you call me Senior Brother."
Xu Qing smiled.
Yang Ling thought for a moment, then gently shook his head.
"Senior Brother Xu, you helped introduce me. Whether or not I'm a ranked Martial Artist, I have to call you Senior Brother."
"..."
Xu Qing was taken aback. After a long while, he slowly nodded and said solemnly, "Junior Brother Yang, then I'll shamelessly accept the title of Senior Brother."
"Senior Brother Xu, there are a few things I'd like