Chen Dongming paced back and forth, feeling both annoyed and worried. Below him stood a middle-aged man who appeared exceptionally capable.
"Why hasn't your Uncle Master Yan arrived yet?"
Although the capable middle-aged man felt wronged, he still respectfully replied, "Master, perhaps Uncle Master Yan was delayed by something. After all, wasn't he teaching Seventh Uncle Master swordsmanship?"
When mentioning Seventh Uncle Master, a hint of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged man's face.
Stories about this Seventh Uncle Master, he almost knew them by heart. He even had an idea that through effort, perhaps he could also become one of the Da Lun Seven Sons.
Unfortunately, just as he was becoming the most outstanding among the third-generation disciples, getting closer to this goal, Zheng Ming appeared.
This left him with a deep sense of discontent, but no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, he dared not defy Master Sanfa's decision.
