"Alright, we also have a lot of things to mutually discuss over here."
Tang Ming glanced at Wang Chen and nodded repeatedly.
Then the two groups dispersed on the plaza, stopping several hundred meters apart to converse separately.
"Senior brother, I've missed you so much."
After the turmoil was over, Tang Haixin excitedly hugged Tang Cha.
"Stop messing around, everyone's watching."
Tang Cha pushed Tang Haixin away in exasperation and then sat cross-legged, "Everyone, please sit down. Tang Ming, you should call him martial uncle."
"Hahaha, good kid, I was wondering how you could wield the Dust Gu. Turns out you're my senior brother's disciple, not bad, not bad, my senior brother indeed found a good disciple."
Tang Haixin laughed heartily as he looked at Tang Ming.
"Martial Uncle."
Tang Ming gave an awkward smile, reminiscing about his past interactions with Tang Haixin. It really made one laugh and cry. Everything was too bizarre.
"Good boy!"
Tang Haixin grinned broadly.
