"That is also why he could withstand Pei Danding's sword attacks and even do so with ease. Possessing such martial arts, he's truly troublesome,"
Xie Shan, his face showing admiration, said, "Is he that formidable?"
The old man had been with Xie Shan for seven years, and he knew whether the other was about to fart or defecate simply by his gestures. Now, with a face full of mockery, he said,
"You'd better let go of the thoughts in your head like farting; with such a level of Qinggong, he ranks among the top three in the Jianghu of this century. You have no hope in this lifetime."
"You might as well practice swordsmanship, watch closely!"
Xie Shan obediently responded, but after a quiet moment, he spoke again, "Old man, what did you originally think Brother Thousand Mountains would be like?"
The elder fell silent, then cursed softly,
"None of your damn business."
"Watch closely."
