"Who is your master, young one?"
The old man asked kindly, holding his hands behind his back as he looked at Xiao Luo with his gentle, wizen eyes. He explained, "Yi Jin Jing and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are both secrets of the Shaolin. There are very few people who can study either technique, let alone master both of them simultaneously. Your master should have roots with the Shaolin style. Tell me his name, perhaps I may be old acquaintances with him."
Xiao Luo almost regretted his actions as, for sure, he had now attracted more attention than he had intended. The old man standing before him had a humble disposition, but he carried himself with a certain self-assurance and otherworldly presence that intimidated Xiao Luo. This was the first time that he had encountered an individual who gave him such a sense of being overwhelmed.
"I do not have a master, Sir."
"You don't have a master?"
