"Your internal martial arts skills are really impressive, who did you learn them from?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing!" the horse-faced man's eyes bulged as he spoke.
"Me? I learned from an old man in the mountains," Zhao Yang said earnestly.
The horse-faced man snorted and said, "A reclusive expert?"
"Exactly."
"What a joke, the world has changed a lot, and nowadays, who doesn't value money and fame more than life itself? No one believes in recluses living in the mountains anymore!" the horse-faced man scoffed.
Zhao Yang calmly said, "You don't have my master's state of mind, how could you possibly understand him?"
"Who is your master, in the end?"
"I don't know."
In fact, Zhao Yang truly didn't know because his master never told him his name. Aside from calling him 'master,' Zhao Yang knew nothing else.
"For a disciple to be in your position is really quite something," the horse-faced man said with a sneer.
