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"In this world, the best things often look unremarkable, yet contain profound mysteries."
"This 'Little Li Flying Needles' may sound quite common, but it's far more powerful than those martial arts techniques with fancy names."
The old man stroked his beard as he spoke.
"Alright then, I'm off."
The name might be plain, but no matter how you put it, it is still a high-tier spirit-level martial skill, a real treasure.
"Hold on, you're leaving just like that?"
The old man looked at Zhang Xiaofan and asked.
"Do you have more good stuff for me?"
Zhang Xiaofan inquired with a puzzled look.
"What I gave you is a high-tier spirit-level martial skill, a treasured one, aren't you going to say thank you?"
said the old man.
Zhang Xiaofan smiled awkwardly and replied, "I got too excited, that's all. So, thanks a lot."
After saying that, Zhang Xiaofan turned to leave.
"You little rascal..."
The old man started to laugh.
He intended to say something more, but held back.
