After the disciple withdrew, Leng Guhan let out a long sigh. He leaned back against the chair behind him and closed his eyes, his face full of complicated expressions.
Before long, Zhou Fuqu's voice sounded outside the door.
Leng Guhan straightened in his seat, and his expression returned to normal.
"Come in."
Zhou Fuqu pushed the door open, entered, and bowed to Leng Guhan, greeting him as Senior Brother.
"We've been fellow disciples for so many years. I told you long ago there was no need for such formality," Leng Guhan said, shaking his head slightly.
"Courtesy must not be neglected," Zhou Fuqu said.
"Sit."
Zhou Fuqu sat in an empty chair and asked, "Senior Brother, what did you summon me for? Was there something wrong with those two people you just went to see?"
Zhou Fuqu already knew that two people had specifically asked to see his senior brother.
"It has nothing to do with them. I called you here today just to have a good chat," Leng Guhan said.
"A chat?" Zhou Fuqu froze for a moment. He had not expected his senior brother to summon him for a chat.
He still found it hard to believe.
Leng Guhan seemed not to notice Zhou Fuqu's puzzlement and continued, "Thinking back to when I first met you, Junior Brother, I must have been in my teens. Ah, it's been so long that I can't even remember exactly how old I was."
"Yes, so many years have passed. I don't remember either," Zhou Fuqu said. Hearing Leng Guhan bring up the past stirred many feelings within him.
"Back then, there were hundreds of us fellow disciples. What lively days those were," Leng Guhan continued.
"Yes. Even then, you were the one all the junior brothers looked up to." At this