"Heh heh, Tie Shoupeng..."
Hu Ma followed behind, silently making a mental note of this person.
He knew the Second Master's struggles, and he especially remembered the old tears streaming down the Second Master's face when he shared the key to Shousui with him.
Admittedly, the Second Master couldn't say anything now. In this jianghu, a Master had the right to decide whether or not to teach his disciple true skills. Having learned those few skills, the Second Master had no choice but to call him Master, even if resentment lingered in his heart.
But while the Second Master was the Second Master, Hu Ma was inherently disdainful of this system. He had already hatched a plan in his heart.
Their arrival subtly changed the atmosphere, especially for those who were concerned about the Second Master. They vaguely sensed something was amiss, but in the village, according to tradition, they still invited them in and served them tea.
"Oh dear, Master, what happened earlier was..."
