Facing the gaze of the crowd, he neither humbled himself nor showed pride, revealing no emotions.
Zhou Xiaocheng, one of the only five Golden Core Ascendant Masters of the Zhou Family, raised an eyebrow, took a glance into the hall, and then squeezed out a smile at Zhou Fuqiu.
"Are you Fuqiu?"
Zhou Fuqiu slightly bowed in salute, "I've met Grandpa Cheng."
"Good!" Zhou Xiaocheng stroked his beard, "Your temperament is extraordinary, and you have remarkable talent. In the future, you will certainly be a distinguished figure of the Zhou Family. My little grandson Yu Hao was a bit tactless earlier; you've already taught him a lesson. From now on, you two are still friends, still brothers. If he doesn't change his bad habits, you should continue to teach him a lesson on behalf of Grandpa, alright?"
Zhou Fuqiu seemed somewhat surprised, hesitantly saying, "Fuqiu will remember Grandpa Cheng's words, we are still friends, still brothers."
