"Do I look like someone who's sick?"
Qi Yuan was speechless.
People in this world seemed to have below-average intelligence, and they were nearsighted too.
With the way he looked, anyone could tell he was a genius. How was he mentally ill?
Yang Shan glanced at Qi Yuan and nodded seriously. "You do, and you don't."
If he truly had a mental illness, how could he possess such talent in martial arts?
He had only moved here a week ago, yet Yang Shan had watched Qi Yuan improve with his own eyes.
That speed would still count as fast even among the martial arts prodigies he knew.
"How has your study of Talent Martial Skills gone? What insights have you gained?" Yang Shan changed the subject and returned to business.
He had to admit that he thought highly of this young man, as though he were seeing his former self.
Though, of course, he was not even forty yet.
Seeing Yang Shan's words, Qi Yuan lowered his head in thought, recalling what had just happened.
A smile appeared in Yang Shan's eyes. "The first time I saw a Talent Martial Skill, I was also struck dumb with amazement. I thought Talent Martial Skills were mysterious, that they might even offer a chance to step into the extraordinary... unfortunately..."
Yang Shan's voice carried nostalgia for the past.
Talent Martial Skills only looked mysterious. Under the gaze of science, they were actually just... that.
Of course, that was quite effective for fooling someone like Qi Yuan, who was not even a martial artist.
"The core of Talent Martial Skills... should be bloodline?" At that moment, Qi Yuan raised his head and looked at Yang Shan with a serious expression.
Yang Shan froze, his heart jolting violently.
"How did you know?"
Disbelief appeared