"Goodbye, Teacher Lu."
After class, the students left in small groups, walking home together. Each of them glanced at the corner, where a black-clothed swordsman with seemingly no presence sat quietly as they passed the gate.
After all the students had left, Xue Shilou finally spoke.
"You seem quite amused, Daoist Lu," Xue Shilou managed to say after holding it in for so long.
Sword cultivators typically aren't talkative, with Daoist Buyu and Lu Yang being the two exceptions.
Xue Shilou really didn't know what to say. Teaching a group of students fist techniques, it seemed they were unaware of Lu Yang's identity; otherwise, their reaction wouldn't have been so indifferent.
Why teach them? Teach me! How much does your martial arts hall charge per lesson? I want to sign up!
"Just experiencing life. I've heard you have a pretty good reputation in the Extreme Northern Lands, Snow Daoist," Lu Yang teased.