Six-thirty in the afternoon.
Chen Xiang arrived at the funeral shop on time.
Standing about one meter eighty-five tall, he wore a set of white sportswear and carried an ancient sword on his back. Having comprehended the "Great River sword aura," his demeanor underwent a shift. He projected an indescribable aura.
"Greetings, Director."
Chen Xiang saluted.
Xu Yang sat on a chair on the first floor of the funeral shop, scrutinizing Chen Xiang closely. He nodded approvingly, saying, "Not bad, not bad ... in a few months, you managed to cultivate from an ordinary person with no martial arts foundation to the Grandmaster Realm. Indeed, you have potential."
In Xu Yang's presence, Chen Xiang felt both excited and reserved.
Students of their Swordsmanship class had always regarded Xu Yang as their idol.
For this reason, they would deliberately keep tabs on Xu Yang, learn about his deeds, and also understand the extent of his prowess...
