Instructor?
Ninghai Zen?
Bai Qi was stunned.
Unconcealed surprise appeared in his eyes.
He really couldn't associate this strikingly charismatic yet somewhat untidy middle-aged man with the top expert of Black River County martial arts scene.
Honestly, this handsome uncle looked more like a free-spirited wanderer of the Jianghu.
If he had a sword and a horse, he would be a perfect fit.
"The other night at Tongwen Hall, did you step into the sandpit on purpose?"
Ninghai Zen picked up a piece of goose liver coated with flour and savored it.
"...Yes."
Hearing this question, Bai Qi was almost entirely convinced.
After all, it was Old Liang who took him to Tongwen Hall, and no one else knew about it.
However, the Instructor's quick blade, fierce like eagles, tigers, and leopards; Divine Hands that overturn the heavens, cold arrows with no escape.
Among these eight, the first real person he met turned out to be the top-ranking Instructor.
