Shen Luo's eyes lit up, staring intensely at the map.
According to the records in the book, the location of Luan Shui River was even closer than he had anticipated, about two hundred li from Chunhua County.
Shen Luo put the book down and fell into contemplation.
"Junior Brother Shen." Just then, a heavy knock on the door sounded, and simultaneously, a voice came from outside.
Hearing this, Shen Luo rose from his seat and opened the door, to find a stout young man standing there. It was Tian Tiesheng.
"Senior Brother Tian, your Qingyang Hand is nearing perfection. My door is made of wood; it will not withstand your pounding," Shen Luo greeted with a smile.
"Don't mock me, Junior Brother Shen. My talent for martial arts is lacking. Even if I practice Qingyang Hand for another ten years, I wouldn't achieve perfection," Tian Tiesheng hadn't spoken yet, when he was pre-empted and teased by Shen Luo. He couldn't help but respond with a bitter smile.