"The last time you were here was when you brought that boy, Tianxing, to learn archery!"
Cao Feng roared with laughter and clapped Chen Xuan on the shoulder without ceremony. "Cut the crap! I'm here today to bring you another genius disciple. You're getting a real bargain, you old dog!"
"A genius disciple?" Chen Xuan was taken aback. His gaze finally landed on Chu Fan, who stood behind Cao Feng, and he looked him over with a critical eye.
You could count on one hand the number of people in the entire Cyan Yang Ancient City that an old, prideful codger like Cao Feng would personally call a "genius."
His nephew, Cao Yan; his niece, Li Qingxue; his disciple, Zhao Tianxing—weren't they all paragons of talent?
'How can there be so many geniuses in the world, and all of them scooped up by Cao Feng?'
Chen Xuan's mind raced. His expression shifted, and he asked tentatively, "He... must be Chu Fan?"
