The funeral home's reception hall was lively.
"It's a shame we can't drink while on duty. Chief Chen, let me offer you a cup of tea in place of wine!" said the company commander in charge of the funeral home, rising from the table.
When word came in that a martial arts master had arrived, it had alarmed the funeral home's entire leadership. Not only was the company commander there to host him, but the political instructor and deputy company commander had come as well.
Even the political instructor was a military martial artist. They understood far better than ordinary people just how terrifyingly powerful a martial arts master could be. In ancient times, such a person would have been a true match for ten thousand men. Even today, they were important enough to command the government's attention and give it reason for concern.
A company-level unit like theirs might not even withstand a single sneak attack from one, unless they had their forces arrayed and ready.
"Company Commander Zhou, you're too kind," Chen Shouyi said. He set down his chopsticks, picked up his teacup, and clinked it against Zhou's.
Seizing this rare opportunity, the men immediately asked him for advice on martial arts training and combat techniques. Chen Shouyi held nothing back and answered every question.
He had only started practicing martial arts a year ago, less time than anyone else at the table. But when it came to precise control of strength and breadth of combat experience, an ordinary martial artist simply couldn't compare to him.
After all, no other martial artist could repeatedly experience life-and-death battles in a world of virtual memories, the way Chen Shouyi had.
Those experiences were precious. For anyone else, gaining them would mean risking their life.
Now, whether in strength, experience, or