Yan Zhenghua was silent, the current era is different from the past, in a society with great material abundance, many people are discouraged by the hardships of the martial path.
But given the population numbers, no matter how few, one can still find tens of thousands practicing fist techniques and martial arts.
It's just that those deeply proficient are rare.
Moreover, now the popular approach is elite soldier policy; those who can practice fist techniques and martial arts, aside from actively seeking a master for learning, many who can inherit fist technique schools are exceptionally gifted.
And the Buddhist Path is even more so.
A Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique at the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, is unheard of and unseen.
"So..." Lu Ren stared deeply at Yan Zhenghua: "Boss Yan, what brings you here late at night for no reason?"
