Upon hearing Zhu Honggong's words, Duanmu Sheng sighed. "All of you have become stronger, I'm the only one who's still standing in the same spot."
Zhu Honggong withdrew his avatar and scratched his head sheepishly. "Master said you'll achieve something sooner or later…"
"Did master really say that?"
"Yes."
"Don't comfort me." Duanmu Sheng grabbed the Overlord Spear next to him. The feel of the familiar dragon carving on its shaft was reassuring. He said, "Come, spar with me."
"No, no, no." Zhu Honggong waved his hand. "Third Senior Brother, you're really a spear addict. Must you spar as soon as you wake up? Moreover, I have eleven leaves; I won't progress even if I spar with… Uh… Third Senior Brother, that's not what I mean…" Zhu Honggong realized he had said the wrong thing when he saw Duanmu Sheng's dejected expression.
At this moment, a voice rang from outside…
"Duanmu Sheng."
"Master?"
