Deep within the martial hall, Li Hu sat on the master's chair with an expression of enjoyment, his eyes slightly narrowed, his face nonchalant, as if mimicking his master's usual demeanor.
"Not bad talent, somewhat reminiscent of myself in my youth."
He pinched his voice, deliberately putting on an old voice.
A martial artist sitting opposite him, about the same age, looked helpless.
"Hu, if Old Zhou sees you imitating him, you won't have a good outcome."
"Am I afraid of him? Am I really afraid of him?! Truly!" Li Hu's eyes widened, showing a willingness to rise up.
"Ma Long, let me tell you, I'm not afraid of him, I respect my master and uphold the Dao, you understand, right? You have to broaden your view."
Ma Long couldn't help but smile hearing his old friend's words; he knew too well what kind of person Li Hu was.
"Right, right, the truth is all yours." Ma Long spoke.
"Why did you think of coming to find me today?"
