Xiao Zhengxun looked at Xiao Qiang's retreating figure, somewhat puzzled by the young man. He knew Xiao Qiang well based on the information he had previously gathered. The Xiao Qiang of that time was just a desolate looking orphan, but now, his strong, commanding presence was unfathomable to him. It was hard to believe that a year ago this man was just an insignificant pawn at the bottom of society.
All of a sudden, Xiao Qiang made a gesture toward the sky, forming what appeared to be a large box with his hands: "Take a look around at Mingzhu, the sky you see here is only this big. But if one day you venture out, you'll discover how vast the world truly is. Would you find that gratifying?"
Xiao Zhengxun did not understand his meaning. Was possessing such habits a common trait of the strong?
Turning his head, Xiao Qiang glanced at the perplexed Xiao Zhengxun. It was clear that he was being regarded as a strangely eccentric master who was both accomplished and oddly sentimental.
