"You kid, I told you you'd get tenth, and you really got tenth!"
"How did you do it?"
He looked at Li Hao with a face full of astonishment, incredulous.
"Just kept my head down and pushed forward," Li Hao said with a smile.
Li Tie Mu rolled his eyes, thinking it's not that simple, but he had no real intent to probe into Li Hao's secrets.
The disciple could perform like this, he already understood that he, as the convenient master, got the benefit. Nothing he taught could enable such a performance; only another inheritance or some fate could.
No matter what, it's a good thing, and the bond of the master-disciple relationship still remains; he wishes Li Hao well.
The two descended, and Zhou Qingyun and others gathered around, amazed as they congratulated Li Hao.
Lin Mingrong looked at the boy surrounded by everyone like stars encircling the moon, her eyes complex. She hadn't expected the boy she once misunderstood to possess such terrifying talent.
