"Where's Jiang He?"
"He left!"
"Really?!"
It was past six when Cheng Dongfeng returned to Duan Tianhe's office, poking his head in through the doorway and taking a look around before entering. Sighing, he plonked himself down on the sofa. "Young people are quite something these days… By the way, Old Duan, Jiang He hasn't said anything, has he?"
Duan Tianhe, who was organizing some data, did not even look up as he replied, "He said that your martial arts skills are wonderful, Master Cheng. He would like to spar with you when he has the time, and he requests that you do not hold back your cultivation when that time comes."
What the heck…
Cheng Dongfeng clenched his teeth, but was reluctant to press the matter further. Instead, he walked up to Duan Tianhe's desk and knocked on it. In response, Duan Tianhe took out two bottles of qi pellets and put it on the desk.
