After leaving the Liuhe Sect, Zhao Lin went to the Kaisan Martial Arts Hall to tell Liang Song about joining the yamen as a constable.
"Your master is really resourceful, and he treats you so well!"
Liang Song said in pleasant surprise, "If I told the martial arts hall that I'd offended the Beard, they'd probably kick me out."
As he spoke, he inadvertently noticed the ten pale, bluish knuckles on the back of Zhao Lin's hand and let out a sound of surprise. "Huh?"
"You've reached the Bone Training Stage?"
Zhao Lin smiled without answering.
Liang Song clicked his tongue. "Comparisons are odious. Compared to you, the other young talents in the martial arts hall are all just trash."
He finished with a sigh. "If I had your skills, I wouldn't be afraid of failing to get my revenge."
Zhao Lin's smile vanished, and he said seriously, "Don't say that. Killing the Beard is my duty as well."
