After a few two-hour periods, Liu Heng's face was showing signs of fatigue and he was drenched in sweat, yet he didn't complain and continued to work with all his might.
Zhao Zuo nodded in satisfaction at the sight.
"Do you know Elder Wang of the Inner Sect… the one in the Earth Fire Hall?" Zhao Zuo asked offhandedly.
"I'm familiar with him. I was once considered Elder Wang's disciple." Liu Heng didn't even raise his head, still focusing most of his attention on polishing and sharpening the Lower-Grade Magical Artifact before him.
"Once?" Zhao Zuo took out his gourd and took a big swig of cool water, asking with a hint of curiosity.
"Later, I couldn't afford the tuition, so naturally I was no longer considered a disciple," Liu Heng admitted frankly.
"So what's Elder Wang's skill level like? Is he a dedicated teacher?"
