When Taoist Xiao Lu saw Chu Xin, he yawned and slowly rose from the rocking chair.
Chu Xin reached out with familiar ease and slung an arm around Taoist Xiao Lu's shoulders, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder at the gym entrance.
"Why can't I come? It's been half a year, hasn't it? Can't I drop by to see Old Wu?"
Taoist Xiao Lu shot Chu Xin a sidelong glance and snorted disdainfully, raising the fly-whisk in his hand to strike Chu Xin's hand on his shoulder.
Chu Xin hastily dodged Taoist Xiao Lu's fly-whisk, then waved his hand sheepishly, looking at him helplessly.
"We haven't seen each other in so long. Surely you don't have to start hitting me the moment I arrive."
Taoist Xiao Lu swept the fly-whisk over himself, then rested it in the crook of his arm and gave Chu Xin an impassive look.
"A cultivator should maintain proper bearing and a calm mind. How can you go around slinging your arms over people's shoulders without even standing properly?"
At Taoist Xiao Lu's rebuke, Chu Xin scratched his head awkwardly. He hadn't expected to get a scolding as soon as he arrived at Wudang Gym.
"All right, enough lecturing. Come inside and sit down. I'll make you some tea."
Chu Xin nodded and followed Taoist Xiao Lü into Wudang Gym. Amid the familiar surroundings, he still spotted a few new things. It seemed the gym had undergone some minor renovations since he left, with changes to many little details.
"When did Wudang Gym get renovated?"
Chu Xin reached out and patted Taoist Xiao Lu on the shoulder.
"Renovated? What renovations? When did Wudang Gym get renovated? How come I didn't know?"
As he spoke, Taoist Xiao Lu followed Chu Xin's gaze. Some of the patterns