Favorable wind and rain, abundant harvests!
Such auspicious signs caused everyone to applaud.
Song Qiying, clutching a folding fan in the chilly weather, couldn't help but praise:
"Brother Bai is truly bold and strong, facing a gathering of hundreds without the slightest stage fright."
Miss Zhu echoed:
"Bai Qilang is indeed capable, no wonder the instructor holds him in high regard."
Sitting at the entrance of the East Market Shop, Liang Laoshu and Lao Dao from Tongwen Hall, these two elderly gentlemen together adding up to over a hundred years, were casually chatting.
"How is Ah Qi? My old eyes don't make mistakes, right?"
"Certainly, the young master picks good apprentices, how can they be bad?"
The two exchanged a smile and glanced toward Bai Qi standing in the crowd, each showing a look of satisfaction and contentment.
Seeing the appreciated juniors climbing step by step, making a mark.
It indeed feels good.
"Ah Di, hold this for me."
