Xu Jinming was a deft social dancer, smooth in every direction, chatting and laughing as he led Wu Duxiong deeper into Crouching Tiger Manor.
Although the estate boasted many skilled fighters, martial artists at the receive-and-release-at-will level were hardly cabbages piled in a market. Even here, such experts could be counted on two hands.
Thus, when Wu Duxiong brought Yang Lie to join Crouching Tiger Manor under the banner of befriending fellow martial artists and improving his skills, he had met Song Yinglong once at the outset.
They had exchanged pleasantries, and Song Yinglong had welcomed them with a lavish banquet. Afterward, he had never appeared again.
According to the people in the manor, Master Song normally spent his time either handling various affairs or cultivating his martial arts in seclusion. He was a busy man.
Now that Song Yinglong had found time to summon him, Wu Duxiong had a few guesses as to why.
He was merely staying at Crouching Tiger Villa, not cut off from the world. Besides, nearly everyone he dealt with here belonged to the martial world. How could he not know of the man currently causing the greatest sensation in Linjiang Prefecture?
At the thought, Wu Duxiong still could not suppress his amazement.
How little time has passed? That martial nephew Hong of mine has truly accomplished something tremendous!
He had known long ago that Hong Yuan was no creature destined to remain in a small pond, which was why he had allowed him to join the Tiger-Subduing Sect and study its secret teachings without first testing him.
Yang Erhu had agreed to this, and Wu Duxiong had given his approval as well.
Wu Duxiong had great confidence in Hong Yuan. With his extraordinary gifts, he believed the young man would join the ranks of