Zhao Qiansun listened, furrowed his brows, and said nothing. Instead, he looked at Zuo Chunqiu, waiting for his next words.
Zuo Chunqiu knew Zhao Qiansun treated the Jinling Martial Arts Association like his own child. As long as he didn't harm the association's interests, Zhao Qiansun wouldn't object. Without any further delay, Zuo Chunqiu quickly explained his plan.
"Are you serious?" Zhao Qiansun's eyes sparkled: "So, you want to make that kid a Minister Elder just to use him later?"
Zuo Chunqiu nodded: "Old Zhao, you know every year the competition is used by the Corps to select talent. I do have three sons, but one of them became a son-in-law of a prestigious family in the Capital City. Although this brought glory to my family, it's useless to me. Sigh, to be honest, I regret it."
