Didn't Get Outdone

Before they knew it, the two had arrived home.

"Big Brother's back!"

Su Haitao was minding the general store. The moment he spotted Su Xinghe in the distance, he shouted toward the backyard.

Warmth rose in Su Xinghe's heart.

Having someone waiting for him at home felt wonderful.

His gaze drifted toward the courtyard. Along with the sounds of drawing water and washing up, the aroma of food wafted over in waves.

"You must be hungry, Brother. Yu'er has already finished cooking."

As Su Haitao spoke, he noticed the youth hiding behind his older brother.

He hurriedly called out again:

"Hey, Little Beggar's here too. Come eat with us."

"Hello, Brother Tao."

Little Beggar smiled shyly. By now, he was a frequent guest of the Su Family.

"Dinner's ready!"

Hearing the commotion out front, Yang Huaiyu called out from the backyard.

"You two go wash your faces first. I'll lock up and come over."

Night fell.

In the second-floor room facing the street.

Two figures stood quietly before the window.

Though it was called a sitting room, it would have been more fitting to call it a training room. The room was around twenty square meters, with only a long table by the window.

A candle was lit.

Two shadows appeared on the wall.

A pale blue scroll slowly unfurled across the long table, laid bare without the slightest reservation.

"Dripping Water Swordsmanship..."

"Boss... this is... swordsmanship..."

As Little Beggar looked at the contents of the scroll, a fire fiercer than the gleam of silver burst into his eyes.

Ever since following his boss, he had helped investigate the true martial arts taught by the city's various Martial Arts Schools and major powers. Yet all those places taught were stance techniques and fist-and-kick arts.

True blade and sword arts