"Ahem, ahem…" Frey coughed a couple of times, leaning over to Zhu Rong and whispering, "Master, didn't you say you were going to start teaching your younger apprentice?"
Zhu Rong slapped his forehead, "Right, right! Look at me, distracted by this old woman and forgetting the main thing. Get going, old lady. I need to teach my student."
Yin Zhaorong slowly moved to the side, pulling up a chair from Frey's room and sitting down. "I'm not particularly busy. I'll supervise you just to make sure you don't end up teaching Ji Dong the wrong thing."
