"Young Master Chu Ming, if you ask me, you ought to join our Criminal Defense Bureau and train your body. What's the use of reading books? When the enemy comes, can you only talk to them?"
"Your body is too weak."
"In our Great Qin Dynasty, there should be more martial artists going to battle. Scholars are fine as they are; more of them only lead to conflict."
Shao Pengshu leaned against the shed, wearing a sun-shading conical hat, one hand holding a horse whip, the other resting on his raised leg, appearing relaxed and at ease.
However, from his tone, it was clear this Arresting Captain from the Criminal Defense Bureau seemed to have little regard for scholars.
"Hmm, it is too thin." voiced Chu Ming from inside, somewhat perfunctory.
Although he had already condensed seven paths of Qi Blood, outwardly his body indeed appeared frail, far from comparable to a seasoned martial artist like Shao Pengshu.
