"What kind of proper Assassination Fist is upright and honorable? Isn't it all about soaring over rooftops, scaling walls, seeking swift vengeance, and killing without a trace?"
the young disciple muttered.
BAM!!
He then received a sharp rap on the head, making him cry out in pain and squat on the ground.
"You little brat, watch your mouth. You have no respect."
Dong Wanming shook his head. He grabbed the young disciple by the collar and, as if lifting a handbag, casually continued walking forward.
"Do you think practicing martial arts is all about seeking swift vengeance and showing off everywhere?"
"Our Holy Heart Sect inherits the Assassin's Path. Do you know what a true assassin is?"
"In ancient times, when Zhuan Zhu assassinated King Liao, a comet struck the moon. When Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, a white rainbow pierced the sun. When Yao Li assassinated Qing Ji, a goshawk struck the palace hall."
