Zhou Wuliang sat upright in the Master's Chair, his entire demeanor dignified and solemn as he spoke.
If not for the shallow mark on his face that seemed as if he had been bitten by a snake, he might have appeared even more imposing.
"Yes, Master, I understand."
Su Tu suppressed the laughter in his heart, pretending to be serious as he spoke, knowing full well who had caused that mark.
However, having been kicked out of the inner room once before, Su Tu had learned his lesson and refrained from asking about the relationship between Elder Zhou and Granny She.
Elder Zhou also noticed the hint of laughter in Su Tu's eyes, but he couldn't say anything.
He could only shift the topic to other matters to cover his embarrassment.
"How goes the honing of Supreme Thought?"
Elder Zhou asked.
"Master, this Divine Technique is a bit challenging." Su Tu's expression became formal as they discussed cultivation.
