"Dean Zhou, don't trouble yourself. I'd like to speak with young Zhao alone for a moment."
With that, Lu Yuanxiu glanced at Zhao Lin and strode back into the Spirit Dao Institute. He picked a random meditation chamber, pushed the door open, and went inside.
Zhao Lin didn't rush to follow. Instead, he bowed to Dean Zhou and Elder Nie. "Dean. Elder."
"Go on. This is a rare opportunity."
Zhou Hongfang nodded with a smile, thinking, 'This disciple trains so diligently and handles himself so properly. Perhaps he'll achieve great things in less than twenty years.'
"Yes."
Zhao Lin replied before quickly walking into the meditation chamber.
"Have a seat."
Lu Yuanxiu sat down in the center seat with a commanding presence, gesturing for Zhao Lin to sit as well. "I've been outside the province for the past two years and rarely return," he said. "I never expected the Spirit Dao Institute to produce another Martial Cultivator."
"How are things with the sect these days? Tell me about it."
