"Boy. Wait a minute." The two bandits looked at Te Jofy, "what can you do with our petty fighting techniques? We'll go find someone else's…"
Just in a blink, the two bandits had left. Qian Jin looked to Te Jofy in sheer surprise. Why did this bandit group always act so strange and abrupt?
"They…"
"They are searching for others." Te Jofy came lose to Qian Jin. "They feel their fighting techniques might not suit you or won't let you become stronger. So, they're borrowing from some other people."
"For me?" Qian Jin felt even more surprised. Generally, one's fighting technique would be kept as secret as not to be lent to anybody else. What was wrong today?
"Boy, you are an ordinary warrior, aren't you?" Te Jofy looked at Qian Jin calmly. "You know what ordinary warriors dream of?"
Qian Jin pondered for a while, and then frowned and asked, "You mean… to defeat all bloodline warriors?"
