Chapter 42: Master Fengyang
Shen Luo’s eyes lit up, staring intensely at the map.
According to the records in the book, the location of Luan Shui River was even closer than he had anticipated, about two hundred li from Chunhua County.
Shen Luo put the book down and fell into contemplation.
"Junior Brother Shen.” Just then, a heavy knock on the door sounded, and simultaneously, a voice came from outside.
Hearing this, Shen Luo rose from his seat and opened the door, to find a stout young man standing there. It was Tian Tiesheng.
"Senior Brother Tian, your Qingyang Hand is nearing perfection. My door is made of wood; it will not withstand your pounding,” Shen Luo greeted with a smile.
"Don’t mock me, Junior Brother Shen. My talent for martial arts is lacking. Even if I practice Qingyang Hand for another ten years, I wouldn’t achieve perfection,” Tian Tiesheng hadn’t spoken yet, when he was pre-empted and teased by Shen Luo. He couldn’t help but respond with a bitter smile.
"Senior Brother, you’re too humble. Did you come to see me because you needed something?” Shen Luo asked, inviting Tian Tiesheng into his room.
"A few days ago, Junior Brother Bai told me you were feeling unwell. Today after finishing my morning practice, I couldn’t find you at the Jade Emperor Hall, and Lin from next door said you haven’t left your room all morning. So, I came to see how you were. Eh, your complexion doesn’t look too good, are you ill?” Tian Tiesheng, noticing Shen Luo’s poor complexion, asked.