Xia Ruqing raised her head to look at Zhao Junyao.
Respect filled her eyes.
In her mind, she recalled the days when Xia Tingfeng was at home, hardly ever returning. Whenever he did come home, it was either for silver or he'd come back covered in injuries.
The body's previous owner had also felt this older brother was no good, so they had hardly ever spoken, and her memory of his appearance was very vague. It turned out... he actually wasn't without talent!
"If Dad knew, would he regret it?"
"If he had supported him back then, encouraged him, and hired a martial arts master for him, maybe he would have made it a long time ago!" Xia Ruqing said slowly.
The two people on the Martial Stage were not her brother; she looked at Zhao Junyao.
Zhao Junyao, however, with a slight smile, shook his head.
"Not so!"
"If it were as you said, your brother might just be a good-for-nothing!"
"Ah?" Xia Ruqing was somewhat puzzled. "Why? He is talented!"
