The cultivation art practiced by Deng Guangxin, chief of the Black Flood Dragon Gang, was no secret.
Thus, Wang Xingjian casually said, "The chief practices the Six Harmonies Wheel-Turning Art!"
Though one could not tell from the name alone whether the Six Harmonies Wheel-Turning Art was an evil art, perhaps due to his stereotypes about gangs, Zou Feng always felt that this art did not resemble one from any righteous and orthodox sect.
"What, could it be that you want the chief to take you as his disciple and learn this art too, little brother?"
Without waiting for Zou Feng's answer, Wang Xingjian shook his head with a smile and continued, "That won't do. The chief took in six disciples all at once years ago, and since then, he has had no intention of accepting any more."
Ah, Six Harmonies Wheel-Turning Art, and he had happened to take in exactly six disciples...
Zou Feng could not help silently mourning the possible tragedy that might befall the chief's six disciples in the future.
But more likely, he was judging others by himself and overthinking things.
What if the chief just happened to have obsessive-compulsive disorder and insisted on taking only six disciples?
Mm, he could not assume everyone was plotting something just because of the human-gu incident Yang Yanpeng had stirred up...
"Actually, little brother, there's no need for you to feel regretful. Though the chief's Six Harmonies Wheel-Turning Art is formidable, it is truly too difficult to master. Even now, three of his disciples still haven't cultivated it to complete mastery."
"The chief has flown into a rage over it several times."
"But that's perfectly understandable. After all, the chief has worried himself sick over those disciples. He treats them like his own sons, pouring every kind of resource into