Zheng Sihai stared at Fang Shuwen, who was bowing before him, and was momentarily lost in thought.
His hand pressed against the back of his chair, and he subconsciously started to rise. But then he slowly relaxed, a smile spreading from the corners of his mouth as he nodded repeatedly.
"Good. It's good that you're back."
"This disciple has been unfilial, making Master worry."
After speaking, Fang Shuwen straightened up and turned to look at his other martial brothers in the hall.
Seeing this, they all began to speak at once.
Most of them called him "Xiao Shiliu," while some called him "Sixteenth Brother."
Only one, however, was Zheng Sihai's youngest disciple. He was just sixteen years old this year, and his name was Tang Quan.
Tang Quan looked at Fang Shuwen, his eyes filled with excitement.
It wasn't just because Fang Shuwen had been on good terms with them back when he was at the martial hall; it was also because his reputation had long since reached Julu City.
