"I seem to have given myself away."
Zhao Changhe did not bask in the admiring gazes of the Tang family sailors, but returned to his cabin, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and whispered secretly to the blind man, "This set of tricks of mine, from the cultivation technique to the palm skill to qinggong, they should clearly feel it's very different from their sea routine, a typical worldly society martial art. I knew I should have used the Wang family's Sky-clearing Sea Suppressing Palm, which is at least a bit closer."
