(MC POV)
"You're that Master Lin?" A young man asked with an arrogant air.
I tilted my head slightly at the man's question, "Yes, that would be me."
"How old are you even?"
"Forty… I mean, Twenty two."
"Haaaah? You're younger than me! What makes you think you can teach me anything?!"
I raised an eyebrow at his outburst, wondering what I had done to offend him. It's a good thing my disciples aren't here to be traumatised by his attitude.
The young man who was raising his voice was a little taller than me in his early thirties. He had broad shoulders and a squarish jaw with his black hair tied neatly in a bun on top of his head.
The sole female beside him was a brunette in her early twenties, her hair tied in a braid that reached to her lower back. Her angular features were accentuated by the pink qipao that she wore, the slit at the side revealing her fair toned legs.
