Tang Thirty-Six shifted his gaze down and then he couldn't help but laugh as he asked, "Then why are your hands so white?"
The young student replied, "Later on, I realized that if I buried my hands in my sleeves, they wouldn't be tanned by the sun and would naturally return to their original color."
Tang Thirty-Six took measure of the student, sensing the faint Qi exuding from his body. He said with some surprise, "Not bad, actually the middle level of Ethereal Opening."
The young student courteously replied, "Many thanks for your praise, but it's just average."
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "There's no need to be modest. Although you're a little bit less than me, you're still pretty good."
The young student was a little taken aback. Although he had interacted with Tang Thirty-Six at both the Grand Examination and the Mausoleum of Books, he still wasn't that used to it yet. After thinking it over, he replied, "Your luck is good."
