"A way? There's fundamentally no secret technique."
Elder Jin's face grew more serious: "In the eyes of outsiders, they think it's some mystical martial arts or Eastern Japan Secret Techniques. But in reality, it's just a manifestation of speed."
"Oh?" Qin Hao raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.
Elder Jin continued: "The reason for the apparent disappearance is that Young Friend Qin, your speed is too fast, so fast that no one can track it with their eyes, creating the illusion of vanishing into thin air."
Indeed, this was the conclusion Elder Jin had just come to.
For someone's speed to be as fast as Qin Hao's, it's undoubtedly the mark of a master among masters.
Elder Jin understood this deeply, and even thought that Qin Hao's prowess might present a considerable challenge for him to handle with his own capabilities.
Adding the family's guards and aides in, perhaps they could kill Qin Hao.
But even then, the family would pay a heavy price.
