Cheng Duanjin finally understood everything. Back when he practiced saber techniques with Xiaolin, she had often pointed out his shortcomings. At the time, he had simply thought she was talented and perceptive. Now it seemed that Uncle Wang had taught her all of it.
It was not that he had gone without a master's guidance. Uncle Wang simply had not instructed him face-to-face, so he had never known.
"Uncle Wang, you... that can't be your real name, can it?" Cheng Duanjin called out to him.
What he actually meant was that Uncle Wang's surname probably was not Wang. The villagers truly did not know his name; they only knew that he called himself Wang. Now even that surname seemed uncertain.
"There are things you don't need to know. But I can tell you one thing: my surname really is Wang," Uncle Wang said.
"That's good, that's good!" Cheng Duanjin chuckled. He had grown accustomed to calling him Uncle Wang, and changing it would have felt rather strange.
Seeing Xiaolin glaring at him unfriendly from beside him, Cheng Duanjin hurriedly asked, "Uncle Wang, where are we going now?"
"Qinyang City should be up ahead. It's one of the nearby cities. If I'm not mistaken, the people from the Sword Pavilion will be heading there," Uncle Wang said.
"The Sword Pavilion?" Cheng Duanjin froze, then exclaimed, "Uncle Wang, are you going to help Young Hero Huang?"
"That's just something to do along the way. Although that boy never intended to save you, you did survive because of him. That counts as a debt of gratitude. You'd struggle to repay it in your entire lifetime, so of course I'll do it for you," Uncle Wang said.
Cheng Duanjin's eyes reddened slightly at those words. "Uncle Wang, thank you."
Cheng Duanjin had lost his