In Africa, Burkina Faso translated into Huaxia meant "the nation of gentlemen."
Ever since Young Master Tang had entrusted him with an important assignment and sent him here, He Jin had been quite satisfied with his work.
Good pay, little work, and no one looking over his shoulder. His job was easy, and every day he clocked out at three in the afternoon to enjoy some tea.
That was, until a few days ago, when he got some news.
The Tang Family had suddenly started spending money to recruit experts far and wide, and they were only looking for Ancient Martial Artists.
Learning this had dealt him quite a blow.
As the former head of Young Master Tang's bodyguards, he was simply too weak!
He wasn't even an Ancient Martial Artist! How was he supposed to protect Young Master Tang?
So, to spur himself to improve, he began training hard every day.
One hundred push-ups!
One hundred sit-ups!
One hundred squats, followed by a ten-kilometer run!
He had just finished exercising and returned when one of his subordinates came running over with a package.
"Mr. He, you've got a package. Young Master Tang sent it."
"Young Master Tang sent me something?"
He Jin perked up at once. He quickly took the package and carefully unwrapped it.
Inside was an exquisite nanmu box. When he opened it, he found an antique-looking book.
"Dragon Elephant Art?"
He carefully flipped through a few pages, and tears immediately streamed down his face.
Young Master Tang must have been keeping tabs on him all along.
He knew He Jin had been training so hard that he'd even found him an ancient martial arts manual!
As a martial artist, He Jin knew all too well how precious the manual in his hands was. It was a