"I see that child has shallow foundations, a dull nature, not material for martial training, only his perseverance and brute force are commendable. Can you even teach such a disciple?"
At the top of White Rock Mountain, Cheng Fengxiao wondered.
Shallow foundations!
Slow-witted!
Language barrier!
In this situation, Yan Chuan can still teach?
Yan Chuan laughed: "Even Jinpeng, Yutang, and Wei Quan I can teach, what could be too difficult about teaching this child no matter how dull he is."
"Yes indeed!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Fengxiao slapped his forehead, chuckling. Recently, he had been so dazzled by Yan Chuan's talent and the martial progress of Yu Jinpeng and the other two, that he nearly forgot that just four or five months ago, Yu Jinpeng, Jin Yutang, and Wei Quan were all blockheads, all ugly ducklings.
Even Yan Chuan himself, was dull and unenlightened.
Until July and August.
Children rebelled against their families.
