And so, after a long time had passed, the little fellow could no longer bear it. His face pale and filled with trepidation, he could only ask, "Grandpa, do I really have no Talent as a Martial Artist? Big Brother... will he... will he leave me behind?"
The Old Man was indifferent, the mirror he had transformed into rising and falling in the air. However, despite his silence, the ripples on his mirror had already clearly shown his feelings.
If the child in front of him were not Three Seven, or rather, if he weren't the Three Seven whom Wang Zhan had brought out from that small city; indeed, if it weren't for the inexplicable fondness and connection even the Old Man felt for Three Seven! The Old Man truly wanted to smack him hard on the back of the head right then and there, then glare at him fiercely and add, "You want to stay by Wang Zhan's side? On what grounds? Just because you cause trouble? Because you're young and have nothing else to offer? Is that it?!"
