Before long, Lu Chang'sheng and Yu Hai met Hong Yuan.
"Teacher, this is—"
Hong Yuan was no longer living in his previous quarters, but had moved to the faculty's general residence.
"I've already stepped down from the position of Dean," Hong Yuan said.
He was now close to eighty, and his face was covered in the marks of time.
Lu Chang'sheng could tell at a glance that Hong Yuan's vitality was dangerously depleted.
This was the power of time; as an Innate Martial Artist, he simply could not defy it.
"The new Dean will soon succeed my position." Hong Yuan looked regretfully at Lu Chang'sheng.
He originally held the right to recommend someone, and he'd wanted to nominate Lu Chang'sheng as the next Dean of the Martial Artist Institute, but sadly, when his recommendation was delivered to the Saint Institute, it was rejected.
Lu Chang'sheng was somewhat aware of this.
But he didn't think much of it.
