The land of Jeju.
An island in the extreme east, independent of the ten great families and the six kings.
The first genius of the Che family of Jeju is Che Ion.
He travelled to Kyoto.
The first time he arrived at his destination, Che Ion visited Namgong Jingliu.
And in the courtyard, the fifth master Xue reclined in a tai shi chair, leisurely enjoying the sunshine.
At the sight of this handsome young master, the fifth master also stared blankly.
This Che ion surprisingly bore a slight resemblance to the King of Haidong when he was young.
“Che Ion of Jeju, pay my respects to Uncle Nangong!”
Hearing someone call out for himself.
Nangong Jingliu, who was skimming the eagle, also stopped moving.
“Che ion?”
Being the same eastern power, Nangong Jingliu naturally had some friendship with the Che family of Jeju.
Although they were not strangers, they were not close either.
They had some business dealings.
However, in recent years, Nangong Jingliu has been working in the ocean, so he has broken off contact.
“Are you here for the Martial Union’s renewal event?”
Che ion nodded his head.
At this time, Nangong Jingliu patted the Haitongqing on his shoulder, waiting for it to spread its wings and rush towards the clouds.
Only then did he stand up.
“Old Xue, don’t be lazy.
Get up, take out your good tea.
Entertain the young genius of our Chinese country, Jeju.”
“What’s wrong with you lately, why are you always sleepy.”
He said as he walked over to Master Xue Wu and kicked the latter’s tai shi chair.
“You have your own guests, entertain them yourself.
Don’t interfere with my sunbathing.”
Despite saying so, tea was mentioned.
Master Xue Wu himself felt that his throat was a little dry.
After his lower plate rose, he sat up as soon as he could.
Only when he jerked up, he couldn’t help but cough a few times of his own accord.
“Eh, the weather is dry, it seems that I need to hydrate my lungs more.”
After muttering to himself.
Only then did he walk towards the room.
The moment he turned around, his brow couldn’t help but frown.
At this time, another compound not far from Master Xue Wu was located.
White-faced Lang, who was configuring the poison, seemed to have sensed something.
After a faint smile, this was when he continued to fiddle with the movements in his hands.
The line of sight returned to Nangong Jingliu.
As Master Xue Wu prepared the tea.
Che ion did not have the qualifications to sit down.
In front of the twin kings, his status was not yet on the stage.
He just stood to the side and respectfully responded to the two kings’ questions.
He knew that Che Iong had become the head of the Jeju Martial Alliance’s branch hall.
Nangong Jingliu was a bit surprised.
“Not bad, you are the head of a hall at such a young age.
You are more promising than us.”
However, before Che ION could express his modesty.
Nangong Jingliu suddenly changed his tune.
“By the way, speaking of this matter of Hall Leaders, has Lin Mo’s handover of Hall Leaders in your Southern Realm been completed yet?”
Master Xue Wu hummed lightly and spoke indignantly.
“My South Realm King is the kind of person who is narrow-minded.
After all, he is the one who walked out of my South Realm.
If he has made his mark, I will follow suit and have face.”
“How can you think of a young man in the big sea east who is worthy of the stage?”
As he choked.
Nangong Jingliu was also like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, and instantly became anxious.
“Lin Mo rose to prominence on his own merits.
It has nothing halfway to do with your by.”
Fifth Master Xue calmly picked up his tea, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Repeated once more.
“Then he is also a man of my Southern Realm.
He is also the Martial Union Hall Master, the Medical Union’s Medical Saint, and Elder Bai’s closed-door disciple.
It’s not even too much to say that he’s the first genius of his generation in my country of China.”
“What about you, do you have any young men in Haidong who can be put on stage?”
Twice in a row, he was poked at a sore spot.
Nangong Jingliu directly put down his tea cup.
“Old Xue, I ….. I ….”
After stammering a few times.
He, Nangong Jingluo, couldn’t think of anything to say in rebuttal for a while.
Even if it was White-faced Lang, they were only cooperating, and not in a superior-subordinate relationship.
With a flip of his big sleeves, Nangong Jingluo directly left the spot.
“Old ghost, don’t leave.
This kid is not that your illegitimate son outside ah.
There is still a slight resemblance to you when you were young.”
“f*ck off! The old man is as good as gold.”
With a burst of joking sounds.
All that was left in place was the indignant Che ion.
“Hmph, the first genius of China?”