Su Yun did not put on any airs. He believed that other than knowing how to cultivate, he was no different from his classmates in other aspects. He enthusiastically responded to his classmates' questions.
He could also sense that these students did not dare to get too close to him. After all, in their eyes, Su Yun was a Chinese hero. The difference in status was an insurmountable chasm. However, Su Yun's attitude had always been very gentle, no different from when he was in school.
As usual, he chatted with his classmates about what had happened in university. Finally, his former classmates were no longer so nervous and gradually regained the closeness they had as classmates.
"Su Yun, when you were in Munan, how did you single-handedly stop so many fully armed mercenaries overseas?"
