They Weren't Dreaming, Were They?

"I'll say this upfront: Mu Yun is very strong. If you throw out your back, don't go asking him to cover your medical bills!" Wang Di added.

"The Wang Family hasn't fallen so low that we can't afford to see a doctor."

Old Master Wang remained disdainful, though there was a trace of pride in his calm voice.

"Then..."

Wang Di wanted to say more, but Old Master Wang waved his hand impatiently and cut her off. "Why do you have so much to say? Are you fighting, or is he?"

"I just thought a simple spar would be boring. How about we add stakes? For example, if you lose, you teach my student something good?"

Wang Di smiled unconcernedly despite being scolded.

"Fine. I was wondering why you brought someone back today. So you'd planned this all along."

Old Master Wang suddenly understood.

He had been wondering why Wang Di had come back when it wasn't a holiday or festival. So she had her eye on the family's skills.

But he did not mind.

If Wang Di had not lacked interest in this path back then, what secret of the Wang Family would she not have known?

"You've really grown bold, scheming against this old man of yours. But..."

Old Master Wang was not angry. Instead, he looked at Mu Yun with even greater anticipation. "As long as he satisfies this old man, we can discuss what I teach him."

Since Mu Yun was Wang Di's student, he was his grand-disciple. They were family, so teaching him a few things would certainly not be a problem.

Times had changed. If he did not pass many things down, they might very well be buried with him.

"I knew you were the most generous, Old Master!" Wang Di said with a