My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"Where did this fist manual come from?"

Upon hearing Chen Yi's question, Wu Qingsheng's footsteps halted.

"Jinyiwei,"

Wu Qingsheng paused briefly,

"A close acquaintance of mine. Have you heard of Min He, the Southern Garrison Commander of Jinyiwei?"

Chen Yi squinted slightly.

Min He—wasn't he the grandfather of the Min sisters?

"Old Master Min wasn't a native of the Capital City. When he first arrived, he relied solely on his fists and feet to carve out his own path. Later, he was recommended by a martial arts academy to Jinyiwei, rising from the lowest ranks as a mere servant to the position of Garrison Commander."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi felt puzzled and asked:

"Since Cangshan Fist originated from Min He, why wasn't it left to the Min family?"

Wu Qingsheng began recalling past events and said slowly: