The next morning.
Quite a few apprentices were already doing their morning training at the Outer Court martial arts grounds.
At one corner of the grounds.
Zhao Jing stood shoulder to shoulder with Cao Xuan, speaking in low voices.
Zhao Jing clasped his hands behind his back, looking arrogant, with an innate sense of superiority between his brows.
"Junior Brother Cao, the Tang Lake Gathering will be here in a few days."
Zhao Jing glanced sideways at Cao Xuan and asked casually, "Which two people are you planning to bring?"
Cao Xuan pondered for a moment before answering, "In reply to Senior Brother Zhao, I plan to bring Zhou Ping and Li Mao."
"Mm, Zhou Ping is indeed decent enough." Zhao Jing nodded, his tone indifferent.
As they spoke, a figure walked in from the entrance to the martial arts grounds. It was Su Yuheng.
"Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Cao, you two came early." Su Yuheng approached with a smile and cupped his hands.
Zhao Jing remained haughty and merely raised his chin in greeting. "Yuheng, you're here."
Su Yuheng did not mind his attitude and kept smiling.
At that moment.
A faint smile curled at Zhao Jing's lips as he changed the subject and asked:
"By the way, how did your invitation to Fang Han go yesterday? Did he agree to attend the Tang Lake Gathering?"
Su Yuheng had known that Zhao Jing would certainly ask about this when he came to the martial arts school today.
But he had no intention of concealing it. There was nothing to hide, after all.
Su Yuheng pursed his lips, shrugged helplessly, and said regretfully:
"Before the school closed yesterday, I specifically went to explain the matter to him and invited him to attend the Tang Lake Gathering with us.
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