Spore went off to the military, leaving Li Xiaoqiang feeling empty.
As soon as everyone arrived in the hotel lobby, Xiahou Yuan, who was beside Long San, had two people standing next to him: Xia Ke'er and an old man. The three of them were looking straight at them.
The old man was dressed in a loose-fitting white martial arts uniform, accentuated by a red silk scarf wrapped around a yellow wine gourd at his waist.
Long San walked up to Li Guo'an and laughed, "Mr. Li, Mogong has arrived."
Li Guo'an stared at Mogong, clad in white martial arts attire, and nodded slightly, "Mogong, I entrust my grandson to you."
Mogong took a good look at Li Xiaoqiang and saluted with folded hands, "Sir, you are my elder, and it would be my utmost honor to take in your grandson as my beloved disciple."
"Beloved disciple?" Li Xiaoqiang heard this and was slightly taken aback, sizing up the old man named Mogong.
