"Dragonblood Horse! Senior Brother Zhao is here!"
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
Zhao Er had only just arrived when the disciples first glanced at the mount beneath him, and only then did some of them call out to him.
Seeing this, Zhao Er merely nodded before heading toward the main hall.
There was nothing he could do. After all, nobody would be particularly happy to have their horse be more famous than they were.
But Zhao Er could do nothing about that either. He was practically invisible in the Criminal Law Lineage. Apart from attending the Academy Head's monthly instruction once last time, he had never appeared in public again.
One could say these disciples of the Criminal Law Lineage saw the Academy Head more often than they saw him. Recognizing him through his Dragonblood Horse hardly seemed unreasonable.
"You're here! You really are a busy man. It's been twenty days since our last mission, and I haven't seen you once, have I?"
At some point, Wu Xing had walked up to Zhao Er and patted his shoulder teasingly.
"I'm hardly busy. I've just been cultivating all this time. If you hadn't sent someone to notify me beforehand, Senior Brother, I might still be in seclusion."
"Hahaha... I knew it. But you can't stay holed up at the mine forever and ignore the Discipline Law Branch's affairs, Junior Brother. I'm still counting on you to share some of my burdens."
"I can't help with that. I don't manage anything in the Mining District either..."
Zhao Er had no desire to take on work, and even less desire to make Wu Xing think he wanted to seize power.
Strength was the foundation of everything. Zhao Er understood that perfectly, so there was no need to delay his cultivation over trivial affairs or social