"Young man, are you nervous?" Perhaps because he had noticed Huang Xiao trembling slightly, the old man driving the carriage thought he was nervous and asked with a smile.
"No... no..." Huang Xiao hurriedly waved his hands.
Without waiting for Huang Xiao to explain, the old man chuckled. "You needn't worry. I don't know about anyone else's martial arts, but they're all experts. There won't be a problem."
"Of course there won't be a problem. Lord Zhang is a First-Class Constable! And Lord Chen is an expert too. These Demonic Path practitioners are nothing but clowns jumping about." Huang Xiao truly was not worried. He held the Six Gates in great awe, and as a First-Class Constable, Zhang Jin possessed strength that was even more unfathomable.
"Exactly, exactly. They're all experts! It looks as though you really aren't nervous. You're quite composed," the old man said, smiling.
"Aren't you quite composed yourself, sir?" Huang Xiao asked with a smile.
"I've lived all these years and seen a little of the world," the old man said with a smile. "I hear you're a Reserve Constable of the Six Gates, too. Remarkable! So young, with boundless prospects ahead of you."
"Ah, I don't know what the future holds, but right now, I'm powerless to help. It's truly shameful." Huang Xiao shook his head and sighed.
"Do what lies within your abilities. It doesn't matter if your cultivation is weak, as long as you work hard at training from now on," the old man said with a smile. "How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen this year," Huang Xiao replied.
"Not bad, not bad. Many experts climbed their way up one step at a time. Perhaps they weren't even as good as you at sixteen," the old man said.
"You don't know, sir. Brother