Yan Zhenghua sighed.
"Back in the day, our Phoenix Extreme Fist style was a prestigious sect in the Southwest, capable of standing equal with the Buddhist Path during its peak."
At this point, Yan Zhenghua hesitated to continue, remaining silent for a long time.
Who would have thought that now only Yan Zhenghua remains.
The only consolation is that the cultivation method of the Phoenix Extreme Fist has been completely preserved. Even in the most chaotic times, it wasn't lost and has been passed down entirely.
It's just a pity that Yan Zhenghua, clearly a martial artist of perfect boxing, the kind who could establish a school, spends his days lurking in a small shop, watching adult films sneakily.
Of course, everyone has their own way of life. Lu Ren wouldn't return to blame him. If possible, he too would like to lie down like Yan Zhenghua.
He looked at Lu Ren as if looking at an Immortal God.
