Old Chen had completely lost his composure.
He was no longer the calm, steady leader of the Tai'an Metropolitan Area.
He slurped his soy milk while trying to untangle the jumble of thoughts in his head.
Could it be that he'd really stumbled upon a treasure?
After all, He Lanchán's Void Meditation Method was one of the most demanding inheritances in the Old Martial Arts Faction.
Back in the day, the First Generation Ten Prodigies had been at the height of their fame and power.
Veterans like He Lanchán, Qi Wuxiang, and Kou Yunchao, who had devoted themselves to creating their own techniques and blazing new trails, weren't the possessive type. They'd generously donated their inheritances to the Martial Arts Association.
Back when New Martial Arts had yet to take off and become widespread, the favored children of the Four Great National Universities had all regarded the Martial God paths of the First Generation Ten Prodigies as their first choice.
As a result, many wasted their prime years and squandered the golden age for Life Force Development.
That was also the main reason Old Martial Arts had gradually withdrawn from Eastern Xia's education system and been pushed to the margins.
No one could walk the path of the First Generation Ten Prodigies but the prodigies themselves!
Those who tried to imitate them died; those who learned from them survived!
"If He Lanchán hadn't remained unmarried his whole life, I'd have wondered whether you were his descendant."
Chen Ruofu stared intently at Qin Shi, who quickly offered him two steaming meat buns.
"Uncle Chen, don't just drink soy milk. Have something to fill your stomach.
"I guess He Lanchán and I have some... affinity? It was like meeting an old friend at first sight!"
Bullshit! He Lanchán had passed away and