When the two left the reception room, laughing and joking, Yan Tianqi's face instantly fell.
Among Hua Tianming's disciples, he was the youngest and also the least accomplished.
The other senior brothers had basically made a name for themselves, either starting their own schools or becoming businessmen.
As for his son, it was better not to mention him, for they had severed ties years ago due to conflicting philosophies.
So saying that he was now the only successor of Hua Tianming wasn't really a problem.
But the sudden appearance of Li Ang had immediately filled him with a sense of crisis.
His master, who hadn't taken a disciple in twenty years, now suddenly seemed interested in taking one on.
And from his behavior, it was clear that he quite admired this young man.
He had long regarded the martial arts school's properties as his own; how could he allow someone else to interfere?
