Meanwhile, at the airport in Hubei Province, an old Taoist stepped off a plane that had just landed. He was not tall, and his stooped frame made him look almost unusually small.
The old Taoist looked up at the sun and stretched.
"Oof, that flight really wore me out. I'm never taking a plane again. My Pidgeotto is more comfortable."
Nearby, Xiao Lu walked respectfully up to the old Taoist and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Master, you're back."
"Xiao Lu, it's been a while. How have you been lately?"
"Thanks to you, Master, things have been easy these past few days. But a newcomer recently arrived at the Wudang Gym, wanting to learn Wudang swordsmanship."
The old Taoist stroked his beard and nodded.
"A newcomer? Where's he from?"
"Jindu Academy. He's still a student, but he's very strong. Even Senior Brother Shi Cang suffered a setback against him."
After saying that, Xiao Lu hid his mouth behind his sleeve and chuckled quietly.
"Even little Shi came off worse against him! That's quite something. Have you looked into his background? Talent like that is rare."
"Of course, Master. Here's everything we have on the boy. He may be young, but he's been through quite a lot."
The old Taoist took the documents from Xiao Lu as he walked, then pulled a pair of reading glasses from his pocket and put them on.
"Chu... Xin. Hmm, he really is young, but his strength is nothing to scoff at. He even has a Dratini that's mastered Dynamax! Looks like Chen Huan's research has finally borne fruit."
Beside him, Xiao Lu looked at the old Taoist hesitantly. He had a question, but he was unsure whether to ask it.
"If you have something to say, say it. How is anyone supposed to know