Zhang Yan stepped forward with a smile and said, "Young lad, you look strong and robust. How have you ended up being bullied like this?"
The dark-skinned boy was initially stunned to see a stranger Daoist speaking to him, but seeing Zhang Yan's friendly demeanor, he wasn't afraid and retorted, "Third Son Wang and his gang played dirty, so many ganging up on me alone, of course, I couldn't beat them."
Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true. Numbers don't always matter. Have you ever heard of formidable generals on the battlefield who can fight against a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand men?"
