The story was actually quite simple, a tangled mess of grudges from the older generation.
Su Chen listened as he followed Sang Hanhai into the small hut.
Pu Zhenghong was still in his hut, but this time he wasn't fiddling with his Divine Language. He was sitting upright and formal, waiting.
"Elder Pu..." Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Su Chen said quickly.
Even Sang Hanhai was taken aback.
For so many years, almost nothing besides Divine Language had ever captured Pu Zhenghong's attention.
Every time he had visited, the man had been engrossed in his study of Divine Language, rarely even looking up.
"Sit." Pu Zhenghong gestured with his hand, and Su Chen cautiously sat down.
"You're a Tier Four Professional now. I heard from Xiao Sang that you have a particular fondness for special professions, so I found one that suits you." As Pu Zhenghong spoke, he waved his hand, and a virtual projection popped up.
