Black Market Stallholder Zhou Yingjun

"Grandpa, this 'Ascending Dragon Stance' isn't ours..."

Gong Yueni wanted to say something, but lowered her head again.

Gong Hao smiled and shook his head.

"Back then, this fellow had depleted his Qi-Blood and had been drained dry by someone..."

Halfway through speaking, he suddenly noticed that his granddaughter's face had flushed scarlet.

"Ah... wasn't it all for you younger members of the Lineage?"

"Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm now a Fourth-Rank Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Outside, I'm nothing more than cannon fodder. Take last year's incident on East Pole Island—several great powers unexpectedly perished there."

"It's rare to come across someone talented, yet someone else beat me to the punch..."

"The young man might be a little old, but his aptitude is quite good. If you..."

As he spoke, Gong Hao looked at his granddaughter.

"Shall we go into the city later and take a look?"

Gong Yueni's little face immediately turned red enough to drip blood.

"Grandpa, if you want to forge a good relationship, don't drag me into it!"

She lowered her head and hurried away.

"Hmph!"

An icy voice rang out.

"Waving your Martial Dao Will around the moment you meet someone. Just as expected, you're no good."

"Benefits later on?"

Su Xinghe looked at the Ascending Dragon Stance on the Fate Panel, which had only reached the Hall-Entering level, and felt his head spinning.

He did not even have time to practice the Grade-Eight True Art, Dripping Water Swordsmanship. Would he care about this virility-enhancing technique?

"Still, I can try it when I have time and see if I can raise it to Perfect Mastery first..."

Having just been blasted by someone, Su Xinghe's head was still buzzing.

Only after quite a while did he continue walking.

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