Eternal Gate

"What? Another master?"

"Well, Uncle Lin taught me martial arts."

"Learn literature and martial arts, and my teacher will look after you."

In the early morning, under the bridge by the river, an old man and a young man were muttering.

Zhao Yun was fine, but Ye Banxian, on the other hand, looked more glorious than before. He should have caught a little devil yesterday, accumulated merits, and increased his longevity.

It would be a joy to live a few more years.

Ever since, he had a very strange and dangerous idea, whether to take his little apprentice for a stroll somewhere else.