"Hey, Tang San, are you finally done talking? I'm starving to death. Come eat."
"Eat, eat, eat. You damn fatty only know how to eat. Grandmaster and Tang San haven't seen each other in years. What's wrong with catching up? Is eating more important than that?"
Tang San and Grandmaster had yet to say anything when Oscar, sitting nearby, started complaining disdainfully, rolling his eyes.
"Tch, can't we talk after we're full, or while we eat? Being able to eat is a blessing. What the hell do you know?"
As Tang San pushed Grandmaster into his seat, everyone began picking up their bowls and chopsticks. Looking at the two exceptionally talented former classmates before him, Tang San's thoughts began to stir.
"Little Ao, Fatty, are you two staying at the academy to teach now?"
"Hm?"
Oscar was slightly taken aback and glanced at Flender. Only after seeing the latter shake his head did he realize that this must have been Tang San's own guess.
"No. We only come back to visit from time to time. We joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and went to seek refuge with Fatty's cousin."
"Oh? You joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Tang San was somewhat disappointed. He did not think the Tang Sect he had just founded could be more attractive than the renowned Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, much less attract the two of them to join.
Flender, with his keen mind, noticed this completely. In truth, he also harbored some concealed dissatisfaction toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had humiliated him several times. Thus, he decided to help Tang San by going with the flow. He had always believed Tang San would be the most promising among the students he was proud of.
"Hongjun, didn't you say