Then, they left without looking back. Although the location was remote, the smell of blood would spread, and the rotting corpses would also emit a foul odor.

No one knows when he will be discovered, or what will happen to his body in the end.

"I'm back~"

On the way back, after removing the disguise from his face and returning to the courtyard, Han Feiyu smelled the aroma of food.

"Grandpa, what did you do today?"

"White flour steamed buns, salted fish, and pickled vegetables. Take it or leave it."

Old Han, who came out of the kitchen, glanced at him and wondered where the kid had been all afternoon.

He didn't care anymore; after all, he was just a young man who couldn't possibly cause him any trouble.

Let the child run if he wants; he knows Han Feiyu is clever and won't encounter any danger.

(Thief: Oh right, he didn't encounter any danger, because he himself is the danger.)

"Eat, eat, eat! Of course I'm going to eat. Not being picky about food will help me grow better."

He has had a big appetite since he was a child, and he grows very fast. If he were to be picky about food while eating, he would probably starve to death.

During the meal, Old Man Han once again brought up the previous matter with Han Feiyu, concerning the passing down of storytelling skills.

"Kid, didn't you think that storytelling wasn't a powerful tradition before?"

"Hey, let me tell you, old man, I found you an opportunity this afternoon. Maybe you can really see just how amazing we storytellers are."

That expression, that tone—it was clear he was a professional storyteller. In just a few words, he had piqued Han Feiyu's curiosity.

"Really? I'm definitely looking forward to it. By the way, Grandpa, do you think it's possible for one person to learn several inheritances at the same time?"

This is another question he's been pondering: when it comes to inheritance, can a person only walk one path?

In their city, the only known traditions he knew of, besides Old Man Han's storytelling, were a martial arts school five miles away that taught swordsmanship.

Then, there might be some thieves like those we see today, cooks in taverns, and perhaps one or two with a lineage.

However, there must be more paths to explore outside. He thought to himself, only children make choices. Can he have it all?

"Want them all? You're quite greedy, aren't you? But that's basically impossible."

Old Han dipped his finger in water and drew a towering tree on the table.

"This path of inheritance is like a big tree. The most popular sword techniques, fist techniques, etc., start from the most basic apprentices and give rise to countless branches."

Human energy is limited, and ordinary people can only move forward on one fork in the road throughout their lives.

Not to mention, with two completely different paths, if you divert your attention to learning them, you'll only end up dragging each other down.

Finally, when you spar with someone who diligently focuses on only one path, and you get beaten so badly you can't retaliate, you'll know you've regretted it.

"Is that so? I think I understand."

Han Feiyu wasn't lying; he had indeed gleaned the meaning from Old Man Han's words.

A person can answer multiple-choice questions, as long as they have the ability.

Han Feiyu wondered if he could give it a try?