So, the stone she had been holding up had finally fallen to the ground.
"It's good to know there's nothing wrong." The burly woman also squeezed out a smile on her face, "His safe growing up is also a blessing."
"He wants to learn martial arts." At this moment, the tight-clothed woman pondered, holding a small knife between her slender fingers, evidently contemplating something.
"Martial arts?" The burly woman's pupils shrank, "Does that mean... he knows about Master's death... wants to seek revenge?
But... how could martial arts alone be enough..."
Yanran smiled with gentle amusement: "You're thinking too much; I think he is merely practicing martial arts to strengthen his body and keep fit.
As for Master's matter, we'll handle it ourselves."
"You're right." The burly woman nodded, "Alas, I don't know what's happening recently, but there have been more and more tasks, as if something strange is going on."
