The tide was unstoppable

Old Dong was miserable. His grief sent a chill straight from his asshole to his skull, made his head spin, then sank back into his throat until he wanted to vomit.

I only demonstrated it once, and you learned it just by watching? Bullshit. To Old Dong, this was clearly an excuse.

"You learned it by watching?" Old Dong recalled their earlier conversation. This fellow had learned Tai Chi by watching too. Could he really do it? He was no longer sure.

Qin Fen nodded. These days, nobody believed you even when you told the truth. Little Bean was thoroughly scornful. These days, your truths sound pretty much the same as your lies.

Fine. Old Dong fell silent. Had anyone else said that, he would have spat enough water to drown them. But he had asked around about Qin Fen, and the fellow really had no master, so his way of learning martial arts was rather unusual. If—if he really wasn't lying, then he had learned Baji and Xingyi by watching the tournament, which meant he might well have learned Old Dong's Eight Trigrams Palm just now.

Did it have to be this ridiculous? Old Dong felt as though the bullshit had practically twisted his balls.

"Well, if you don't need anything else, I'll be going!" Qin Fen no longer felt like practicing. Finding somewhere quiet was rare, but forget it. Missing one day wouldn't make much difference.

He dusted off his backside and slipped away. Old Dong was still stunned, and when he turned around—damn, the fellow was gone.

"That little brat!" Old Dong chuckled and picked up his phone.

Qin Fen strolled through the world carefree, but plenty of other people had their sorrows and joys. There was no accounting for that.

Park Jinhoon arrived in Capital City