Lin Cheng returned to his courtyard feeling rather glum, still regretting the missed opportunity.
"Father, why did you come back looking so unhappy?" Lin Wei keenly noticed the change in him.
Lin Cheng said, "There's a disciple in the Inner Court named Xu Yang who grasped Wind-Thunder Force in less than a year of martial training. But he's rather timid and doesn't dare fight for anything."
He grasped Wind-Thunder Force in less than a year?
Surprise flashed in Lin Wei's eyes.
Every foundation establishment fist technique had three levels of force, but most people could only grasp the first even after reaching great accomplishment of qi gathering. Many only grasped the second after advancing to marrow cleansing.
To grasp Wind-Thunder Force in less than a year-his comprehension was astonishing.
"How is he timid?" Lin Wei asked curiously.
Just how timid did he have to be to leave even her carefree father feeling so frustrated?
Lin Cheng said, "Of the eighteen disciples in Mighty Far Hall who have reached minor accomplishment of qi gathering, only three didn't take part in this Mountain Sweep. He was one of them. With Wind-Thunder Force, he can threaten experts at great accomplishment of qi gathering, yet he doesn't even have the courage to enter the mountains."
Lin Wei paused. "He does seem short on courage. But Father, haven't you always cared only about money when teaching your disciples? Since when did you start judging their courage too?"
Lin Cheng choked on her words, then retorted, "I care about money because most of them don't have any. That's why I teach them how important it is. This boy came from the countryside and couldn't even afford martial training. He only entered the Martial Arts Hall by passing the Huang Family's selection.
"I told him how important