Chen Xiaojun descended the mountain at a leisurely pace, strolling along the Village-Circling Road. Beside him, Shaolin Lake and the wooded mountains set each other off, forming a tranquil rural painting.
Two figures came into view: Luo Zhenjun and Xin Mengshen, walking side by side like a perfectly matched pair of jade beauties.
At the sight of Chen Xiaojun, delight flashed in Luo Zhenjun's eyes. He hurried forward and laughed heartily. "Young Master, it's been a month! Have you been well?"
Xin Mengshen held her hands together in greeting and approached with graceful steps, a gentle smile lighting her face.
Chen Xiaojun looked at them and smiled. "Brother Zhenjun, Sister Mengshen, I've heard about you two."
"Grandpa Qing Rui has had nothing but praise for Sister Mengshen. I've been busy these past few days and haven't had a chance to congratulate you."
Xin Mengshen smiled a little shyly. "You're too kind, Young Master."
Luo Zhenjun added, "We knew you were busy, Young Master, and didn't want to disturb you. But if you have time, I'd still appreciate a pointer or two."
Chen Xiaojun thought to himself, It seems this title of the greatest genius in history really has brought me plenty of trouble.
Perhaps they don't actually want to spar with me. They want me to offer advice or give them some guidance.
He nodded and told Luo Zhenjun, "Brother Zhenjun, after returning to the village and taking that ninth-grade minor immortal herb, your strength and innate soul power must have soared."
"When I have some free time, I'll certainly join you in the arena for a spar."
Xin Mengshen gently tugged Luo Zhenjun's sleeve and said softly, "Zhenjun, don't start talking about sparring the moment you see the Young Master. You're spoiling the mood."
Luo Zhenjun smacked his forehead