"...Is there no shortcut?"
Meng Chuan replied leisurely:
"Brother, I can reluctantly accept you as a disciple. In the future, when you meet Master Ding Guang, you can call him Grandmaster."
"....Get lost!"
If I really switch to 'Meng School,' people in the monastery might call Meng Chuan brother for a moment, and the next moment, they will call me nephew...
Meng Chuan waved to the three monks:
"Alright, I have something to do, see you later."
"See you later. The contestant seats are over there at C port."
Liao Hai pointed the way, assuming Meng Chuan was taking a lady companion and would leave first.
Meng Chuan nodded and thanked him before leaving.
The staff contacted him, saying all the Beijing tournament overlords were waiting here, just waiting for him.
The three monks watched his silhouette and returned to their senses.
They exchanged looks.
"Did neither of you sense Donor Meng's aura?"
All three shook their heads.
"Hiss..."
