"How intense?"
"With broken legs, split body, crippled hands and only a head remaining, still using the mouth to bite the enemy to death."
"Is that true?"
"Couldn't be truer."
"Understood." Zhao Dezhu stood up, his face serious as he bowed to Chen Qiu, "Thank you, brother, for passing on the technique. I won't stay here longer. Feel free to visit the Caotian Sect whenever you are free."
"As long as I am in the Capital, no one dares to touch you."
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Fat Long looked at the flying boat, which had turned into a beam of light and started heading back oddly, "This Sect Master of the Caotian Sect, why does he seem so odd? It feels a bit...inappropriate."
Though the idiom wasn't quite apt, he really felt like using it at that moment.
Being a Golden Core and the master of a sect.
That status could allow one to strut around Da Xia Country, but he didn't seem conceited at all, which was peculiar. There's an old saying, "Position brings vanity."