"Where's Shang Huan?"
"That fat guy wouldn't listen to advice and renewed for another month's worth of fees," Old Hao said, curling his lip in disapproval, "He hasn't mastered the secret technique; staying at the dojo for a year is just a waste of money!"
"Maybe he'll succeed this time," Chen Mu chuckled.
It was unclear whether the distance was too great or if the Upper Court had special restrictions that blocked transmission.
The United Heart Rope could connect, but the information received was always blurred.
"Forget about him, let's go. We'll go back to farming and save money, and try again next year," Old Hao said, waving his hand indifferently.
"You have a really good attitude, sir. At your age, you're not discouraged by failure and still have the courage to try again; admirable!" Chen Mu gave a thumbs up in admiration.
"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all!" Old Hao rolled his eyes in annoyance.
