Seeking common ground while preserving differences always involves some discrepancies...
Looking at the three large words "Phoenix Falcon Fist" written with dragon-like strokes, Lu Ren parked his motorcycle, feeling a myriad of emotions. Surprisingly, it hadn't become dilapidated after five or six years but looked even more prosperous.
I wonder how Li Qingling is doing nowadays.
Thinking of this made Lu Ren's heart warm; he wondered if Li Qingling had married. As her master, shouldn't he prepare some gifts for their meeting?
But after so much time, he was still alone and didn't have much to offer. Perhaps he could give her a detailed lecture on the method of Borrowing False to True Cultivation.
As he was about to turn off the engine, an unceremonious voice came from beside him.
"Hey, hey, you can't park your vehicle here!"
Lu Ren turned to look and saw a man in a security uniform, with an expression suggesting he had been watching Lu Ren for some time.
"..."
