Zhao Rong stared at him, then nodded, waiting for a certain turning point, as that was his experience.
Indeed, the next moment, Gu Yiwu suddenly scratched his head and chuckled,
"However, ahem, perhaps Brother Zhao's ideas are too advanced. We students of this academy are indeed slower than those from other academies, especially those of the Shuaixing Hall. So, may Brother Zhao enlighten us a few more times, help us step through the door? There's no need to hold us to the same high standards as Shuaixing Hall. What do you think, Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Rong's dark, bright eyes examined him, remaining silent.
Gu Yiwu felt a bit uneasy under his gaze. He touched the back of his head, feeling that Zhao Rong probably disagreed. Gu Yiwu sighed slightly, opened his mouth to round off the conversation, deciding to skip over this topic of special treatment.
"Haha, Brother Zhao, I'm just making some suggestions..."
"It's alright, Brother Gu," Zhao Rong suddenly said.
