"You want the incomplete manual?" The old steward looked utterly astonished.
"Do you know the drawbacks of incomplete martial arts manuals?"
Zhao An nodded. "I know a little, but I still prefer this blade technique."
The old steward had been about to offer a few more words of advice, but hearing this, he gave up and simply reminded him kindly,
"Since you understand, I won't say more. Just remember, if you intend to practice it, you must be more cautious than you would with other martial arts. After all, this art is incomplete..."
"I'll keep that in mind." Zhao An agreed, glancing at the name above the old steward's head. It was a faint white name, with a sliver of virtue glow peeking out.
As he gained more and more Virtue Fruits, he had gradually become able to sense the source of the good deeds accumulated by others.
The old steward had little virtue to his name, earned through good deeds such as guiding others over the years.
Even small acts of kindness counted as merit.
And he had always been much gentler and more polite toward those with white names.
After leaving the Armory, Zhao An headed back home.
In the distance, he spotted the County Vice-Magistrate, whom he had met a few times before. With a squad of Prefecture Soldiers assembled, he hurried toward the Hu Family residence, his face dark.
The County Vice-Magistrate had presided over the civil examination.
Now that Li Tianhuai's case had blown up, his own reputation had taken a hit as well.
There wasn't much more Zhao An could do to help Li Tianhuai. He had already stood up for him by taking that kick in his place.
The County Magistrate had likely heard about the matter by now, and the Hu Family