After hearing Wen Hua's words, Xu Fengnian's heart stirred. Wen Hua's reason for keeping fit had struck a chord with him.
His father, Xu Xiao, was so busy with official business, yet he was still a second-rank martial artist. Even a master like him, occupied with government affairs, had started to feel the strain on his body.
If he could find time to practice martial arts when he was tired of handling affairs, that wouldn't be a bad idea.
The legendary Qin Emperor had supposedly been a master himself. If he hadn't fallen for a beauty's trap and staged a beacon-fire spectacle to fool the feudal lords, bringing about the fall of the Qin State, perhaps the Liyang Dynasty would never have come to be.
As that thought crossed his mind, he suddenly felt as if his skull were splitting open. Something deep in his memories had been unlocked. His head spun, and his pain grew unbearable. He couldn't help groaning.
Wen Hua froze for a moment, then hurriedly asked with concern, "Old Xu, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Hearing them, Li Chungang flashed over to Xu Fengnian's side and immediately checked on him.
But the moment he examined Xu Fengnian, he found that the qi in his body was in disarray. This was what it looked like when someone was about to break through in martial arts. What was going on?
Frowning, he looked at Wen Hua and asked, "What did you just say to Xu Fengnian?"
Wen Hua was baffled. "Nothing much. He thought he didn't have time to learn martial arts, but I said there'd always be time. Even if he took over Beiliang, he could still find time to practice a little. It just depends on whether he has the inclination!"
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