White Tiger Boxing Hall.
Inside Hall Master Zheng's residence.
"Chen Tong, take a look at this."
Elder Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, sharp glint flickering within them.
Chen Tong, the second disciple of the Martial Arts Hall who now managed its daily affairs, took the letter and read it carefully.
"This... Master, this can't be right, can it? Could there be some misunderstanding?"
"Even though Zhang Boyang was the one handling the stir-fried tea, it was Fang Yue who came up with it. Why would he leak the secret?" Chen Tong asked, confused.
He had taught Fang Yue the Fist Technique for a few days and had a rather good impression of his diligent and hardworking junior.
Besides, while Fang Yue's Talent might not be the absolute best, among the next generation of the Martial Arts Hall's disciples, he was one of the most promising candidates to become a Martial Scholar.
After all, he was young, yet he had already begun Bone Forging.
