"Dad, I borrowed The Twenty-Eight Fist Manual from Lin Shen, he must have mastered it by now, right? I don't see him as someone with a death wish." Tian Qingyu pondered.
"Cough cough, that's exactly what I'm about to discuss. There are exceptions to everything. Although it's true that only those with a disregard for their own lives would create it, to learn this skill, you do need a bit of that fearless spirit. Just don't be as foolhardy as my friend. This skill does have its mysteries. You practice it first, I just remembered something and need to go," Emperor Tianshu said as he walked out quickly.
Tian Qingyu watched Emperor Tianshu's hurried figure, and couldn't help but smile tenderly, feeling quite familiar with her father.
She knew it was probably because Emperor Tianshu had not been able to create The Twenty-Eight Fists himself, so he had spoken of the skill as something only a foolhardy person could come up with.
