Previously he'd heard that Meng Chuan had tinkered True Martial into existence. Even though it was a Secret Technique, it made him really curious, so he came to audit the class a few times.
Unfortunately he didn't manage to learn it, and got chewed out every day...
After sending the three off, Meng Chuan slowly dropped out of his "teacherly" state. Seeing Dong Yue looking at him with a dark face, he hurriedly poured tea with a smile, trying to placate him.
"Old Dong, look at you, you're way too deep into the role!"
"These three aren't easy to teach. They came to our United University to study—if I don't establish some authority, I'd actually look like I'm beneath those old-school martial sects."
Meng Chuan patiently explained. His wings were hard now, very hard.
But Old Dong was also his teacher. Respect!
"Alright then."
Dong Yue's expression slowly eased. He picked up the hot tea on the table and took a small sip, then asked:
