Lu Chang'sheng escorted Lin Xiaowen to the door.
A middle-aged Martial Artist waiting in the outer courtyard saw Lu Chang'sheng's figure, and couldn't help feeling a wave of realization in his heart, recalling how he'd once held back when teaching Lu Chang'sheng martial arts, now troubled and regretful.
He thought to himself: Had I given everything I knew back then, I probably could've gained the gratitude of an Advanced Scholar by now.
But there's no remedy for regret in this world; he could only suppress the bitterness in his heart and head over.
"Patriarch, Master Lu!"
"Ah, Master Yu!"
"When I taught you martial arts back then, my judgment was clouded. Master Lu, I beg your forgiveness!" Yu Hongtao said, face full of shame.
Lu Chang'sheng smiled and said, "Master Yu, you're too kind. That's just human nature, I don't blame you!"
Yet there was a hint of gloom in Yu Hongtao's eyes.
