Seeing Wu Zhen kill the two bandits, Huang Baiwan and his wife finally relaxed their taut nerves.
"Steward Wu, your martial arts are incredible!"
Xiao He gave Wu Zhen a thumbs-up and praised him.
Huang Baiwan also looked pleasantly surprised. "Wu Zhen, I never expected your martial arts to be so good. No wonder Jie'er had you serve as Manor Guard Captain."
Madam Huang praised him as well. "Steward Wu's martial arts are probably no weaker than our Jie'er's!"
Wu Zhen scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. "Master, Madam, you praise me too highly. The leg technique I used just now was taught to me by the young master! Compared to him, I am but a firefly contending in brilliance with the bright moon—not worth mentioning."
Hearing Wu Zhen hold their son in such esteem, Huang Baiwan and his wife felt proud to have raised such a precious son.
Xiao He said with a proud look, "In this servant's eyes, the young master is the most capable person in the world."
Wu Zhen nodded in agreement. "The young master's martial arts are unfathomable. I have not even grasped one percent of the true essence of his Wind God Leg."
Madam Huang smiled. "All right, the two of you can stop praising the young master."
She pointed at the two bandit corpses on the ground and said to Huang Baiwan, "Master, these two bandits seem to be dead. Should we report this to the authorities for them to handle?"
Huang Baiwan nodded. "People have died, so of course we must report it. Those two thieves tried to kill us. We killed them, so there is nothing to fear. They would not dare arrest us."
Huang Baiwan's greatest source of confidence was not that they had killed in self-defense, but that he