「The next day.」
After his meditation, Lin Tang found himself with nothing to do. He drew his rusty sword and began to leisurely practice his sword forms. They looked utterly powerless, like the fitness exercises of the elderly in a park.
At some point, Wei Zichu arrived and stood quietly watching him.
"Haaa—" Lin Tang sheathed his sword and exhaled sharply.
He strolled over nonchalantly. "Morning. Have you eaten?"
"Uh, yes, I have. Um, Big Brother Lin, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"The Life-taking Thirteen Sword! Why? Want to learn? I can teach you!"
"..."
Wei Zichu was speechless. Please! This flashy but useless move qualifies as 'life-taking'? I wouldn't learn this if you paid me! It seems Big Brother Lin is quite good at fist techniques, but his swordsmanship is sorely lacking. Then again, no one's perfect. Who can master all eighteen disciplines of martial arts?
She followed Lin Tang to the first floor.
