Duan Nantian, while walking, glanced at Xiao Qiang behind him and thought to himself, "This kid has a good temperament. I came out today on a whim and didn't expect to encounter this situation. When we go back and apply some medicine, I'll check if his bones are suited for our sect's martial arts. After all, the sect must continue!"
Meanwhile, Xiao Qiang looked at Duan Nantian in front of him and thought, "Martial arts? Could it be training just to scam people? Even if it's useful, I wouldn't use it until I'm seventy or eighty years old!"
Both engrossed in their thoughts, they walked a short distance when Duan Nantian stopped in front of a brown door with an ancient charm (referencing a Republic-era martial arts gym) and said, "Little Qiang, come on in!"
