C512 Two Choices!

"Young Patriarch, what has you so lost in thought?"

Lee Zhongsheng approached Que Zhuo, who appeared indecisive, and gently prodded him with the end of his riding crop.

Startled from his reverie, Que Zhuo seemed shocked, with cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"That was my prized pupil, though he's a bit eccentric and doesn't speak the common language of the Tianwu Continent