Looking at Zhang Xiaohua, who seemed lost in sadness, Yulao said, "I know you want to learn inner strength, but I can't teach you. I hope you get a chance to learn advanced internal cultivation methods in the future. All right, that's all I can teach you. Practice well, and I hope this sword skill can help you one day."
After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but call out, "Mr. Yu."
Yulao looked back and asked, "What is it?"
Zhang Xiaohua opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Thank you, Mr. Yu."
Yulao smiled and said, "No need, Zhang Xiaohua. Practice well and I hope you succeed."
With that, he left.
Zhang Xiaohua watched Yulao's one-armed figure with gratitude, knowing they were unrelated, and they didn't meet often. Yet, this huge favor was granted to him through the swordsmanship. Although Yulao didn't seem to care much, how could Zhang Xiaohua not take it to heart?
