KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
A rhythmic knocking sounded. Soon, the courtyard gate was pulled open. A ruthless, apathetic face full of fierce flesh peeked through the crack. He spoke expressionlessly, "Here to practice fist techniques..."
But before he could finish, the plump man with fierce flesh sensed something was off. Looking up, he jumped in fright and blurted out instinctively, "Why are you here again?!"
"Am I not welcome?" Zheng Jun looked at the plump man with a half-smile.
The plump man forced a stiff smile. "Of course not! Lord Zheng gracing us with your presence brings great honor to our Xu family's Martial Arts Hall! Lord Zheng, please come in quickly."
Saying so, he pushed the door wide open to welcome Zheng Jun, asking tentatively, "Lord Zheng, are you here to..."
