"Chu He, number sixty-six, A-class Area of Dongting."
Above the vast and misty Dongting Lake, a dark awning boat glided smoothly.
On the boat, Xu Yang, clad in a straw raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat, skillfully rowed the oars, appearing to be just an ordinary fisherman.
The matter of imparting martial arts had crossed his mind for a while, but in the end, he extinguished the idea of printing and distributing secret manuals.
That way, while efficient, was too conspicuous and risky, not his style.
He still preferred that kind of subtle, imperceptible change that quietly influenced everything, at least in the real world.
Therefore, he discarded the idea of distributing martial arts manuals everywhere, and instead, turned to provide opportunities to those homeless children harboring deep vengeance.
Chu He was the sixty-sixth child, and in the three months prior, he had already taken on more than sixty disciples like him.
