He Yi, the head of the Ice God Sect burst into a faint laugh. "If he was a failure, what about other disciples?"
While the two seniors were chatting, Lou Cheng took the slot to step forward and greeted courteously, "Master Uncle."
"Good. Good." The lines at the corners of He Yi's eyes gradually softened. "I watched your last two matches. You've gone beyond the Professional Eighth Pin within one year... Possibly already at the Professional Seventh Pin. It is rare as hen's teeth in our Ice God Sect's history."
"Hmm... Master Uncle knows better than master... " Lou Cheng gave a silent judgment before answering with a smile, "I can't reach Professional Seventh Pin within one year. I won't sign up for the October's Ranking Event. I'm preparing for the April one."
