"Mr. Zexian traveled all the way here, why didn't you say something in advance so I could have sent someone to pick you up."
The middle-aged man was Rui Hui's uncle, Queran Adolf, the person in charge of this training assessment.
Hearing that Diwu Zexuan had actually come to the Adolf family's horse ground, he hurriedly came out to welcome him in person, which was the greatest courtesy the Adolf family could offer.
"Happened to come to Germany for a seminar and decided to take a look," Diwu Zexuan replied lightly, his fluent German unchanged from his usual casualness, not at all restrained by the stature of the person in front of him.
"Now that you're here, naturally you have to see our first-class horse ground. If Mr. Zexian sees a horse he likes, feel free to take it for a gallop."