A call of "Brother Luo," and everything had changed.
Luo Yongcheng looked up at Jiang Shu, his eyes somewhat blank. He vaguely remembered how, in his first month at the martial arts hall, Jiang Shu had sidled up to him to indirectly inquire about some situations within the inner city of Pingling County.
He had answered every question, and their interactions were comfortable and harmonious.
The way Jiang Shu addressed him unconsciously changed from "Brother Luo" to "Brother Luo."
How had things suddenly become like this?
"Next round."
The maid did not care about Luo Yongcheng's inner thoughts as she circled around him to the middle of the square and loudly announced the names of the apprentices for the next round of sparring.
Jiang Shu bowed and exited the arena, as a semi-transparent panel floated into view in his mind:
Jiang Shu—
Da Jing Dynasty Language/Writing: small success (20/1000)
Horse Stance: Great Success (400/1000)
