Shock was an understatement; little more needed to be said. Not until Shen Changqing presented his Identity Token did Di Qiu finally acknowledge a fact: the junior he had once seen in the Martial Hall had now reached a level that required even him to look up.
Martial Hall Master!
He privately shook his head, his heart filled with emotion. At this moment, Di Qiu deeply felt the unpredictability of life and the truth of the adage that one should not judge a book by its cover.
"Di Qiu pays his respects to the Pavilion Master!" He bowed deeply.
Shen Changqing slightly raised his hand. "Senior, you are too courteous."
