"Zhang Xuan?" Hall Master Zhao Yi repeated the name under his breath.
Considering how much respect the Progeny of Combat had for his teacher, he would have to make sure to treat the other party respectfully in the future.
At this moment, he suddenly caught sight of a young man flying over from afar and landing in the middle of the concourse. Placing his hands behind him, the young man looked at the Progeny of Combat on the screen with complex emotions in his eyes.
"Hall Master Xing, is that person a combat master from your Qingyuan Empire Combat Master Hall?" Hall Master Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes in rage. "It's one thing for him to arrive so late despite the sounding of the Combat Master Assembly Decree, but how dare he not kneel to receive the decree of the Progeny of Combat? Is this the kind of discipline a combat master should have?"