Beside Zhao Wuji, there sat a man in white training attire, who appeared to be in his forties or fifties.
Hearing these words, he turned his head to glance at Chu Ge, his eyebrows slightly furrowing: "Mr. Zhao, is this the person you mentioned..."
Zhao Wuji first cast an apologetic glance at the man before promptly pulling Chu Ge to his left, then introduced: "Come, Mr. Chu, let me introduce you. This is Master Zheng Lihong, the head of Zhengxing Martial Arts Hall."
After the introduction, he couldn't help but sigh privately: "Master Zheng just turned fifty this year, but his martial skills are truly divine and unfathomable. If it weren't for his stringent standards in accepting disciples, I'm afraid his martial arts hall could have turned into a sports hall by now."
Zhao Wuji's words clearly pleased Zheng Lihong; however, he maintained a humble demeanor, waving his hands and saying, "Oh no, it's all just friends hyping it up!"