Recalling the past, Guo Ziran couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.
He was truly a man of ability!
At a young age, he apprenticed under a famous mentor, received teachings, and even made achievements on the battlefield, being assigned as a guard beside a certain important figure.
In the realm of Xingyi Fist, he was considered a top-notch expert.
Otherwise, Elder Lu wouldn't have introduced Fang Zheng to become an apprentice, but unfortunately, fate was unkind, and the disciples he took in were all troublesome.
Taking in a disciple he felt comfortable with, and it turned out like this as well...
"You're different from the old third."
Removing the small liquor bottle from his waist, he took a sip and Guo Ziran spoke slowly:
"You kill bad people, but he would kill anyone for money, ruining the reputation I've built over half my life."
"Burp..."
He burped and continued:
