Chapter 49 - 45: The Phantom of the Lake
There are countless principles in the world, but only the fist is the hardest truth.
Whether in his past life in modern society or after transversing to this era, Jiang Shouzhong had a deep understanding of this.
Alas, with mediocre aptitude and having missed the prime age for martial training, he had to give up the idea.
Now, hearing about the other party’s swordsmanship, he couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Brother, when did you start learning swordsmanship?"
Mr. Yan was not one to boast; he honestly replied,
"In my youth, I had no fondness for martial arts, and even with a renowned master’s guidance, I never took it to heart. It was not until the age of twenty that I truly began my training. Unfortunately, my talents were lacking, and the swordsmanship I have learned has barely made some progress, hardly worthy of high praise."
Jiang Shouzhong was skeptical of the man’s modesty.
In his quest to find his daughter, he had traveled far and wide, especially since she had been abducted by horse bandits, the places he searched were inevitably perilous.
In this era of constant turmoil in the martial world, one with mere superficial swordsmanship would have long been buried in foreign soil.
However, he did not doubt the man’s claim of starting swordsmanship at the age of twenty.