After Fenglei Martial Hall's carriage left the Chen Estate, Lei Yucheng finally could not hold back any longer. Somewhat indignant, he said, "Grandfather, he said he had no use for our Lei family's manuals, so why did he still keep the techniques?"
Lei Zhenguang glanced at him. Rather than answering directly, he asked, "What kind of person do you think this Chen the Second is?"
"Proud and untamed."
Without even thinking, Lei Yucheng gave his assessment. "Arrogant and disrespectful. Grandfather, you called him little brother out of courtesy, yet he actually dared to accept it."
Back at the Chen Estate, he had been holding in a bellyful of anger.
Chen Ming was five or six years younger than him, yet right in front of him, he had called his grandfather "old brother." His nose had nearly been twisted crooked with anger. If not for his grandfather being there, he would have long since slapped the table and risen to curse him out.
After hearing him out, Lei Zhenguang nodded. "None of what you said is wrong. However, if a martial artist does not possess such pride and such disregard for others, he could never advance so fiercely. In merely two years, he has broken through three realms in succession."
Though Lei Yucheng was unconvinced, he had no way to refute him.
Lei Zhenguang patiently instructed his grandson, "When judging someone, listen to their words and observe their deeds. From what happened half a year ago, I could already tell that Chen the Second was not a wild and arrogant person. He acts methodically and knows the proper limits. He knows when to stop and does not drive others into a corner."
After a pause, he continued, "Over the past half year, everyone who has interacted closely with him, whether Shangguan