When Zhao Lin returned home, his family was surprised to see him in the attire of a Martial Artist.
"Dad, Mom, I've joined a martial arts hall in the city. I'll be learning martial arts from now on!"
Zhao Lin explained.
Ordinary people couldn't distinguish between a martial arts hall and a sect, so calling it a martial arts hall made it easier for them to understand.
"Learning martial arts is a good thing! Once you're strong, no one will be able to bully us anymore."
Zhao Shan said with envy, happy for his brother. "By the way, I heard learning martial arts costs money. Is it very expensive?"
"Well, it's not too bad..."
When his brother brought up money, Zhao Lin dragged out his reply, reluctantly repeating the same story he had used earlier.
Mrs. Zhao, however, wasn't concerned about the money. She was worried about Zhao Lin's safety.
