Hearing Lu's words, Liu realized that the situation might be more reliable than he had imagined.
Clearly, the sword techniques and martial arts of the major sects were not to be shared with outsiders, and Third Master Liu had probably investigated him, which showed he was attentive.
Some of the frustration in Zhao Rong's heart was alleviated, as after all, a genius like him being left without a master for so long truly made the Hengshan Sect seem oblivious to talent.
He had also considered trying to join other sects.
But on one hand, the journey was long and tough, and on the other, being from Hengyang, he feared it might raise suspicions.
His grandfather was getting on in years, and his family had been there for generations. Upon his arrival at the Zhao Family Fort, his relatives and friends had taken good care of him, and as all hearts were made of flesh, how could he lack a sense of belonging and yearning?
Moreover,