Lin Cheng returned to the small courtyard, feeling somewhat glum. A trace of regret still lingered in his heart.
"Dad, why did you go out and come back looking so unhappy?" Lin Wei keenly noticed that something was off with her father.
Lin Cheng said, "A disciple named Xu Yang joined the Inner Courtyard. He grasped Wind-Thunder Force in less than a year of practicing martial arts, but he's rather timid and doesn't dare take risks."
He grasped Wind-Thunder Force in less than a year?
Surprise flickered in Lin Wei's eyes.
Every Martial Dao Foundation Fist technique had three levels of force, but most people could only grasp the first level, even after reaching Major Success in Qi Gathering. Many didn't grasp the second level until after they advanced to Marrow Cleansing.
To grasp Wind-Thunder Force in less than a year—that was astonishing Comprehension.
"How is he timid?" Lin Wei asked curiously.
Just how timid did someone have to be to make her thick-skinned father feel so glum?
Lin Cheng said, "During this mountain sweep, of the eighteen Wei Yuan Hall disciples at Minor Success in Qi Gathering, only three didn't take part. He was one of them. He grasped Wind-Thunder Force, which can threaten experts at Major Success in Qi Gathering, yet he didn't even have the guts to enter the mountains."
Lin Wei froze. "He certainly does lack courage. But, Dad, haven't you always cared only about money when teaching your disciples? Since when did you start caring about courage?"
Lin Cheng choked for a moment, then retorted, "I care about money because most of them are broke, so I want them to understand how important money is. That boy came from the countryside and didn't even have the money to practice martial arts. He only got into