"Young Master Donghuang, I have not seen you for two months, but you still look as good as ever." Zhao San stood beside Lu Qinghu, looking at the young man at the stone table with a complicated gaze.
Two months ago, the young man had helped to treat him of his illness after he had practiced too intensely, allowing him to recover to level-four of the gathered qi. At that time, although he felt that this was no simple young man, he never would have thought that in just two short months, the young man would achieve a level that he himself found difficult to reach.
