Deng Zongmo burst out laughing and wrapped an arm around Zhao Chengzuo, chuckling, "The kids' accommodations have all been arranged. Let Old Lu take them there. As for you and me, we're not going back tonight until we're both plastered."
Zhao Chengzuo replied with a modest smile, "Senior, you're putting me in quite the position. Tomorrow is the Martial Venerable assessment, and not everyone is like your Xuanyang Academy with such a profound foundation to not take this matter to heart."
"Are you taking a dig at me… With Teacher Lu here, you can slack off as much as you like. Look at me... Eh? Teacher Lu…"
Deng Zongmo suddenly looked astonished.
His gaze lingered deeply on Lu Wanping and he sighed, "This time, Manor Lord Tong is probably going to be infuriated to death."
"What does his death have to do with us? Surely we can't deliberately lower our own standards just to cater to his feelings. If he can't accept it, I'm ready to take him on at any time."
Zhao Chengzuo snickered.
