Shang only nodded.
The jester put his hammer away and lifted his two hands.
SHING!
Two books appeared in his hands.
First, he looked at his left hand.
"Something that significantly increases the base strength of about 90% of warriors," he said.
Then, he looked at his right hand.
"Something that makes creating your own Path far easier and faster," he said.
Shang hesitated for a bit.
"Am I among those 90%?" he asked.
"No, but your Teacher Mervin is," the jester said with a grin.
Shang took a deep breath.
He felt indebted to Teacher Mervin. After all, he had just spent five years training with Shang.
Shang really wanted to help Teacher Mervin.
However, the lesson Shang had learned came to his mind again, and he remembered why he had cried after Teacher Mervin left.
His future.
Right now, Shang had an opportunity to repay Teacher Mervin, but he also had the opportunity to help himself.
