Others might scoff at Zhao Yao's training methods, finding them amusing, but He Lianfang, respected as a War God, saw the brilliance in these methods.
These training methods are not something an ordinary person could come up with.
Zhao Yao chuckled, "That's exactly what I intend."
"How did you come up with these training methods?"
"Second Uncle, just think of it as a sudden inspiration," Zhao Yao couldn't think of a better excuse to placate He Lianfang for the moment.
"A sudden inspiration?"
"Yes, it truly was a sudden inspiration," Zhao Yao looked at He Lianfang earnestly, his expression on his small face genuine.
Seeing Zhao Yao's demeanor, He Lianfang sensed what was going on and didn't continue to ask further.
"Did you tell anyone else about these training methods?"
"No, only you," Zhao Yao quickly added, "I haven't even told my father or mother."
He Lianfang nodded slightly, "You mustn't tell anyone else."
