"It's all past, all past. Hai Chan, my painstaking teaching for you was never insincere..."
Ninghai Zen spoke with a faint tone, nodding lightly:
"Yes, my master was nicknamed Ten Du Yama, challenged many Martial Arts Halls, crippled many martial practices, but never cuts the grass and roots.
When I first became your apprentice, every time I went out claiming to be a disciple of Tongwen Hall, I'd definitely be stopped in the alley.
Thanks to my master, I could summarize the eight-character truth of being thorough in dealing with people and matters."
Chen Xing felt a slight tremor in his heart, did he really teach his disciples so carelessly before?
During the conversation, this Chi Yang Sect Leader had already reached the tea house.
His peripheral vision caught sight of the thick Wolf Fang Club leaning against the long bench.
A chilling cold surged abruptly!
"Hai Chan, don't push your master!"
