When Gu Ning arrived at the hall of the National Master's Institute, he indeed saw a middle-aged woman accompanied by a young woman around his age.
The middle-aged woman sneered upon seeing Gu Ning, "Gu National Preceptor, you have quite the air, making me wait."
Gu Ning did not get angry, nor did he bow down.
The Human Race naturally has its dignity, even if they are no match for the Divine Race, he is, after all, a national preceptor.
So Gu Ning went straight to the point and said:
"There are still two years left for the centennial agreement. It is quite normal that I am unaware of your emergence."
"Are you implying that my master is being unreasonable?" The young woman replied defensively upon hearing this.
Gu Ning merely gave a faint smile and said, "I did not mean that; those are your words."
The disciple beside him then leaned over and whispered the origin of their opponents to Gu Ning.
They had come from the Dubhe Pavilion, and their identities had just been reported.
