Ren Xingzhou sat on the meditation cushion, his back drenched in a cold sweat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and composed himself.
Because he and Yang Jing addressed each other as martial brothers, he should have called Iron Head "Martial Nephew." But given Iron Head's understanding of the Five Talisman Scripture, he truly couldn't bring himself to say the words.
He bowed to Iron Head, but his thoughts turned to Yang Jing.
'To be able to train a disciple to such a level... it seems Yang Jing's talent lies not only in cultivation, but even more so in guiding his disciples.'
He bowed to Iron Head once more, thanking him for his guidance.
"Junior Martial Uncle Ren, there's no need for that."
Iron Head hurriedly stepped aside to avoid the bow.
Ren Xingzhou was even more impressed. 'Judging from Iron Head, all of Yang Jing's disciples are people of excellent character. It's a testament to Yang Jing's teaching by both word and example.'
