Qian Yijin looked up at Wan Dazhong with admiration and said, "Uncle Wan, your kung fu is really good, can you teach me? I want to be as powerful as you."
Wan Dazhong smiled and said, "As long as Brother Jin wants to learn, Uncle Wan is always willing to teach you. However, I honed my skill fighting wild creatures in the woods. Brother Jin should prioritize your studies and just learn some basic kung fu."
Qian Yixiu watched Qian Yijin and Wan Dazhong, a few steps ahead, as the setting sun stretched their shadows long. Qian Yijin slightly in front, Wan Dazhong a little behind, even from the back, the big and the small both carried themselves with extraordinary poise and grace.
Her little brother had always been so excellent; she had known that for a long time. But Wan Dazhong—could it be that he truly transformed from a frivolous young man into a mature, righteous person with true skills?
