"Thank you, Elder Yang!" Qin Han didn't actually know Yang Zhentian's identity, but he guessed that anyone who received such respect from old Mr. Zhou and was accompanied by a personal bodyguard must be an important figure, so he nodded in response.
"Qin, I know that talking about money would be an insult to you, but it's also impolite to receive without giving. Since you are a martial artist, I'll perform a set of palm techniques. How much you learn will depend on your own skill," said Yang Zhentian.
After speaking, Yang Zhentian stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and started performing a set of palm techniques. His hands appeared to move slowly but were actually very fast. In a moment, the strong wind within the hall surged, and there was even a faint sound of a dragon's roar.
