"I shall remember Master Chen's teachings."
After breakfast, a few people sat for a while longer in the dining hall.
Jiang Ming occasionally talked about the martial arts legacy of the small town or asked for clarification on some questions about blood cultivation, which Chen Sheng answered succinctly yet eloquently, enlightening Jiang Ming greatly.
Zhou Yang remained silent, only raising his eyes slightly when Chen Sheng spoke.
Before long, Chen Sheng glanced out the window at the sun, got up slowly, his expression still calm:
"Alright, enough idle chatter, I must leave now."
"This visit was merely passing through to see you. I have a mech seminar in the afternoon that I cannot delay."
Jiang Ming hurriedly got up, a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and he whispered:
"Master Chen, won't you stay for half a day more? I still wish to learn more from you about martial arts and mechs."
Chen Sheng gently shook his head:
