Within the inner city, within the imperial compound.
The residence of the Fourth Prince, in the reception hall.
"Feel free to ask anything you wish," Zhu Youji, seated at the head, sipped his hot tea slowly, casting a casual glance towards Gu Santong seated nearby as he spoke.
Gu Santong hesitated for a moment, then spoke up, "To be frank, I do have several questions I wish to ask you."
"Go ahead," Zhu Youji nodded slightly, setting down his teacup.
"Firstly, how did you cultivate your martial arts?"
Gu Santong inquired, his curiosity piqued. In his eyes, it seemed improbable for Zhu Youji to attain such prowess at his age, even with prenatal training.
It appeared too extravagant!
"It was a stroke of luck," Zhu Youji replied simply.
"The 'luck' I speak of may be beyond your current imagination. I cannot divulge it, but I can share this: beyond this world, there exists a realm akin to a paradise. There, becoming a grandmaster is not as difficult as one might think."