After the morning classes ended, the students in the Grandmaster Class went their separate ways, busy digesting what they had learned that day.
Feeling the True Gang surging through his body and the strength of his heart, Chen Yan smiled.
"With the Five Aggregates Fist, I'll be able to speed up my training in the Hundred Bones Body Forging Technique!"
Just as Chen Yan was about to head to the cafeteria, Mei Qiaoer called out to him.
"Chen Yan, come with me for a moment."
Mei Qiaoer looked serious. "Grandmaster Wang Anguo wants to see you."
Chen Yan was a little annoyed that Mei Qiaoer was keeping him from getting his meal, but he obediently followed her.
Led by Mei Qiaoer, they crossed the Martial Arts Arena, went around the teaching building, and headed deeper into the academy.
As they walked, Chen Yan noticed that the view ahead was opening up.
A shimmering artificial lake came into view.
Green willows shaded the banks, and a breeze carried the fresh scent of water.
The surroundings were peaceful and elegant.
Chen Yan followed Mei Qiaoer's gaze.
Not far away, on the lakeshore, a huge parasol stood open. Beneath it, someone sat leisurely on a little folding stool.
The person wore a wide-brimmed hat and a sun-protective scarf over the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes visible as he focused intently on the float bobbing on the lake.
He was decked out in professional fishing gear—almost comically well-equipped.
"Oh, you're here?"
A slightly hoarse but powerful voice came from beneath the parasol.
Chen Yan froze.
It was Wang Anguo's voice.
He couldn't connect the image of this avid fisherman with the imposing Grandmaster he knew.
Wang Anguo had always seemed rather stern.
He hadn't expected him to have this side