"Ha, that Song Yulang who used to be able to fight to a standstill for dozens of rounds, if he met me now, I wouldn't even need three sword strikes to be done for, right?" Yun Shou remarked.

"Although, that Song Yulang might not even be born yet..."

In order to avoid complacency and arrogance, Yun Shou conducted an in-depth analysis of his various shortcomings and deficiencies.

He still couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth that were increasingly pointing towards the sky.

He steered his boat into the lake, several miles from the shore.

They laughed loudly on the empty lake surface, where only a few dark figures could be seen nearby.

"Second-rate warrior!"

"Ha! What do you mean by second-rate!?"

"I am merely a second-rate powerhouse!"

"The leader of the Qinghe Gang, at best, is at least a first-rate level?"

"In a few days, I'm going to crush him under my feet!"

Yun Shou was in a good mood all day.

His eyes were bright and piercing, a sign that he was a second-rate martial artist who had developed internal strength and mastered kung fu.

However, he didn't pay attention to it because although this part belonged to martial arts memories and was inherited through option 2, it was a bit too trivial.

During his years in the Chu family, no one ever told or taught him, "You must pretend to be a stranger, play dumb to fool others, and hide the sharpness in your eyes..."

This led to the unscrupulous shopkeeper looking at him strangely when he handed over his catch that evening.

"This kid, why is he so dazzling today? Is it just my imagination?"

"Forty coins." When he handed over the copper coins, his hands were unusually clean: he had originally intended to keep four coins for himself, but this time he only kept two.