The two people he had trained now were even stronger, thanks to the new version of the Evil-Warding Sword Art.
After years of training, they had long since become top-tier masters. Whenever he could not be bothered to act himself, he generally sent the two of them to handle things.
"Old man, what are you plotting again?"
A man in his thirties appeared beside him and joked.
Gu Hui glared at him. "Brat, do you think I only know how to scheme and plot?
Looks like I did not train you enough when you were little."
The man was Gu Lin. Hearing Gu Hui's words, he rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "Not enough? I really do not know about you. Is it not said that officials favor their eldest sons while commoners favor their youngest?
My sister and I—how come I was the only one who never escaped your training? I am starting to suspect that the two of you picked me up somewhere."
"Hehe, do you not have any self-awareness? Think about your sister. When has she ever made me worry?
Leaving everything else aside, has your sister ever made me worry when it came to martial arts?
And you? If I do not beat you for three days, you will tear the roof tiles off the house."
Gu Lin looked helpless as he complained, "Sigh, I do not know how my freak of a sister managed to keep her heart steady and endure loneliness, cultivating painstakingly for decades without change. She has not even found me a brother-in-law.
My son is about to start learning martial arts already."
Gu Hui's face darkened at that. He stared fixedly at Gu Lin until Gu Lin's scalp began to tingle.
"Cough, cough. What are you staring at me like that