The middle-aged man furrowed his brows and glanced at the disciple who had spoken behind him.
"Li'er, what do you wish to discuss with this young brother?"
"Reporting to Master, I wish to learn fist techniques from this senior."
"Hmm?!"
"You want to learn fists from me? Are you making a joke of me?"
Wang Xuance looked helpless. He truly could not understand why the youth would not learn fists from his own master, but instead sought him out!
"Heh!"
The middle-aged man curled his lips slightly, pressed a hand atop the youth's head, and turned sideways in a gesture of courtesy toward Wang Xuance.
"Young brother, please do not take offense. My little disciple has a mischievous nature; I hope you will indulge him."
"This old man is Li Yunfeng, an idle wanderer roaming the world. Might you be willing to sell me the manual for the fist technique you learned?"
"Li Yunfeng? I've never heard of this person. His aura was sharp enough to prickle the skin—he was certainly no ordinary man!"
Wang Xuance's eyes shifted as he cupped his hands with a smile.
"Oh?! So it is Senior Li. This junior, Pockmarked Zhang, greets Senior!"
As he spoke, he handed over the yellowed stitched manual bestowed by Tower Stele Martial Hall—[Vajra Fist].
After receiving the fist manual, Li Yunfeng merely glanced at it. Without even opening it, he tossed it to his disciple.
"Little Friend Zhang, you speak forthrightly. As an elder, I will not take advantage of you. I shall trade you a palm technique manual worth five taels of silver—[Cloud-Expelling Palm]!"
As he spoke, Li Yunfeng put on a mysterious air and pulled out an equally yellowed manual from his sleeve.
"In that case, this junior will take his leave first. Senior, no need to