Zhang Xiaohu could only force a bitter smile. A lifetime free from worries over food and clothing? Easy words—at most, they would give him a sum of silver. Even if they gave Zhang Xiaohua enough silver to last a lifetime, who could guarantee he could live on it for the rest of his life? If something happened to the silver, could Zhang Xiaohua, with a crippled hand, still live without worries over food and clothing?
Never mind how much silver there was. The beautiful life of a youth in the bloom of his years had been ruined by a single palm strike. He could only live out his days on silver, without anything left to pursue. Was that what Zhang Xiaohua wanted?
Could all of it—all the possibilities, all the dreams—be replaced by nothing more than a lifetime free from worries over food and clothing?
Others might not know what Zhang Xiaohua pursued, but Zhang Xiaohu did. Never mind Zhang Xiaohua's aptitude; his yearning to practice martial arts was something even Zhang Xiaohu could not compare to. If he learned that he could no longer continue practicing martial arts, would there still be any point in his life going on?
Zhang Xiaohua was still only a child!
Could he bear such a blow?
Zhang Xiaohu was now filled with self-reproach and regret. If he had not agreed to the match, if he had not come to the escort agency, if he had not suggested going to Pingyang City... could everything have changed?
Seeing the stormy shifts of expression on Zhang Xiaohu's face, Third Master Qu hurriedly added, "Zhang Xiaohu, your aptitude is excellent. We had already been considering sending you to study at the Martial Arts Hall some time ago. This time, you defeated Yu Deyi as well. I imagine