"Lin Yi..."
"Is that the high school student you came to see me about several times, the one who enrolled as a disciple?"
A sharp glint flashed in the old man's eyes.
Yang Yong nodded. "That's him. He's extremely talented—even more so than Zhou Qi, Zhuang Tao, or Han Song!"
"He came to my place to spar over the weekend, and the feedback was excellent..."
The old man said nothing.
He was lost in thought.
"Lin Yi..."
He murmured the name again.
A glimmer of light flickered in his eyes.
After a long moment, he finally nodded. "Mm, I see."
"Since he's talented, you should train him well."
As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Yong's expression darkened slightly.
Evidently, he was a little disappointed by what the old man had said.
The whole reason he had come here to talk about Lin Yi...
...was to get the old man to take notice and, hopefully, invest more effort in him.
Clearly, that hadn't happened.
The old man didn't seem to have much interest in Lin Yi.
