After that drunken talk with Black Martial Uncle, Wang Lu woke up the next day with a splitting headache.
On the swarthy face of his Martial Uncle, or rather the-one-who’s-content-with-what-one-is Martial Uncle, always hung an optimistic and full of life smile. Moreover, whenever he mentioned his Fifth Martial Sister, he would undoubtedly show a devout and pious look, but Wang Lu was still unable to have a positive impression of his Master.
However, that drunk talk had more or less still left some shadows in Wang Lu’s mind. Sometimes later, although Wang Lu himself was still very resistant, but from time to time when he recalled the various details of his Master’s life in the past two years, he tried to find evidence that she was a good person.
