The long-bearded elder's lips parted, and he stared blankly at the shards covering the ground, unable to say a word. He felt deeply ashamed of his behavior just now.
Xia Xingmian's eyes reflected Yi Wangyou's figure. She clenched her two small fists tightly beneath her chin, her heart racing with excitement for him.
Zhou Ziruo, who had ditched Yi Wangyou and Xia Xingmian as soon as they arrived at the martial arts field to chat with her girlfriends, smiled and waved her hand.
“You taught him so well, Ziruo? Oh, it's nothing, really! I just give him a few pointers here and there on normal days. It's mostly because he's a hardworking boy who knows how to apply himself... I'm a really responsible senior sister? Hahaha~ Of course a senior sister has to look out for her junior brother. He respects me a lot, too. He gets up early every single day and comes to greet me first before he goes to practice. He's a very sensible child... Hahaha~ Yes, he's incredibly well-behaved.”
“Hiss~ Whose family's genius is that?”
“I think he's the new disciple Cousin Xiaoxiang took in.”
In the pavilion next to the martial arts field, one could see everything happening on the field clearly through the windows.
Several elegant, noble-looking women adorned in gold and silver looked at Yi Xiaoxiang, saying with envy, “Xiaoxiang, how do you usually teach your disciples? Ziruo is so successful, and now this little boy is too. He is incredibly amazing.”
“Cousin, do you have any tips? Please share them with us. That little monkey of mine doesn't listen to a single word. He can't compare to your Wangyou at all.”
Yi Xiaoxiang wore a faint smile on her face as she replied, “He is simply self-motivated. I'm usually busy with my own cultivation, so I rarely look into their situations.”
She had always practiced happy education with Yi Wangyou and Zhou Ziruo. Aside from an hour of guidance in the morning, she usually just gave them extra pocket money so they could do whatever they wanted.
After all, no matter what happened, she was there as their master, so there was no need for them to strain themselves training in martial arts.
“That really is wonderful. Oh, Xiaoxiang, is your Wangyou betrothed to anyone yet? What do you think of my Que'er? She's only two years older than your Wangyou.”
“Cousin, what about my Xiaoyue? You personally praised her for looking so clever back then.”
...
On the martial arts field, once Zhuang Xun crushed the Strength-Revealing Stone, the adults cried out in amazement, calling him a child prodigy and using him as an example to educate their own children.
“Look at him...”
Among the children still in line, several saw the clear urge to lecture in their parents' frequently shifting gazes, and they felt that things were about to take a bad turn.
Reaching a silent agreement instantly, they spun around and ran.
They ran all the way to a luxurious courtyard before finally stopping. Panting heavily, they shouted at the top of their lungs, “Cold King! Cold King! Are you there?”
After a moment, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and a boy of about thirteen or fourteen walked out. He had proper features, a straight back, and an air of righteousness between his brows.
He was the one the Zhou family children called the Cold King, Zhou Zihao.
“Is there something you need from me?”
One of them panted for a moment before speaking quickly, “A new kid has arrived at the martial arts field. His strength is immense, and he's attracted the attention of many of our clan sisters. None of us can match him.”
Zhou Zihao said calmly, “Go back. I have already retired from the martial world.”
“But... Miss Xingmian is there too.”
“Bring me my battle robe!”
Soon, the group arrived at the martial arts field, crowding around Zhou Zihao, who was now clad in armor.
His bizarre outfit quickly drew everyone's attention.
Without a word, Zhou Zihao suddenly did two somersaults, then held a half-squatting posture, lowering his head in silence.
Whoa! Another flip-master!
Zhuang Xun was thoroughly amused. He immediately clapped and cheered loudly, “Nice! Nice! Do two more!”
Striking his pose, Zhou Zihao couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from curling upward. His eyes darted around quickly, and once he spotted Yi Wangyou clapping, he did two more somersaults.
“Nice! Nice! Again!”
Swish, swish, swish—!
Zhou Zihao somersaulted his way forward continuously, moving at an extremely high speed. The surrounding people voluntarily cleared a path for him.
With a loud thud, his head slammed right into the martial arts stage. He instantly plopped onto the ground, clutching his head with both hands as he let out a low whimper.
“It... It doesn't hurt!” Faced with the concern of those around him, his eyes welled up with tears, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold it in.
“Hahaha~” Zhuang Xun couldn't help but laugh a few times. He immediately reined it in, switched to an expression of concern, and ran over.
“Are you okay?”
“I'm... I'm fine.” Zhou Zihao stood up, tilting his head back.
“But your head is swollen,” Zhuang Xun said, pointing to the large bump on his head.
“...That is my horn.” Zhou Zihao tilted his head even higher.
“Wow, you even have a horn? That's amazing!”
“...It's alright.” The corners of Zhou Zihao's mouth curled up slightly. “By the way, what's your name?”
“Me? The Little Overlord, Yi Wangyou.”
“The Cold King, Zhou Zihao. Will you still be here tomorrow?”
“...I'll be here throughout the New Year period.”
“Alright. I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll head back first. I'll come play with you again tomorrow.” Zhou Zihao could barely hold it in any longer. He desperately needed to find a place to have a good cry.
Zhuang Xun was stunned for a moment, then gave a bright smile. “Sure!”
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