"I hate to disturb Brother Chen's peace," Zhang Tu'an said with a gentle smile on his face.
"Not at all, not at all," Chen Mu scratched his head, wearing a naïve smile.
"Brother, you might not know, but I am a disciple of the Lower Courtyard from the same group as you."
"Really?" Chen Mu expressed his surprise, a trace of recognition shining in his eyes.
Zhang Tu'an's smile grew even warmer, then he began to recount, with a humorous twist, the funny mishaps he had when he first arrived here.
In a silent and swift manner, he quickly narrowed the gap between them.
After a conversation that went from superficial to deep, he naturally let out a melancholic sigh, "For us newcomers, life is truly difficult."
"No wages, no elixirs, no secret techniques. And we're bullied and cheated by the senior disciples," Zhang Tu'an said with a sorrowful expression, "Mastering Perceptive skills is bound to take a long, arduous time, making the difficult even more difficult."