"Making a few dozen bucks less won't starve me to death. Compared to the Martial Artists on the battlefield, we're fortunate enough.
"When the warriors return, the least we can do is let our heroes feel the warmth of the common people."
The driver insisted on not taking any money.
Su Yue sighed. He had never realized that there were always people among the masses who kept Combat Martial Artists in their thoughts. Truthfully, Su Yue had grown increasingly numb to the praise of the strong. He had even gradually lost much feeling toward merits and money. But the taxi driver waiving the fare this time made Su Yue's heart feel especially warm.
"Did you make a special trip to Yu Liang City to attend West Martial Su Yue's lecture?" The taxi driver wore a knowing expression.
"A lecture?
"West Martial Su Yue?"
Su Yue was completely baffled. Was there another Martial Artist at West Martial with the exact same name? He hadn't heard anything about that.
