The Zhu Family Boxing School, deep within the inner courtyard.
"Master." Zhu Lingshan's face showed a flash of anxiety: "The deadline for the response is getting closer, how should we choose?"
Zhu Jiyi frowned deeply, pacing back and forth in the room two or three times before speaking: "Disciple, I have already written to your senior brother. Let's wait a few more days and see what his response is."
During this time, the wrinkles on Zhu Jiyi's face had deepened considerably.
"The other two families have chosen to follow the Hong Family." Zhu Lingshan frowned, speaking coldly: "But Hong Huaiyun from the Hong Family is a domineering person. Following him, when it comes time to resist the bandits, they will use our school's disciples as cannon fodder, which would be unwise."
