"Why learn martial arts, learn martial arts, that boy Anfeng, when he was young, his health was so poor. He couldn't even do the most basic exercises for channeling energy, let alone train for Foundation Establishment in martial arts. Surviving was already a blessing."
"When he was bullied as a child, wouldn't he come to me?"
The old man raised his hand to drink, recalling events from over ten years ago for some reason. At that time, Wang Anfeng was only four or five years old. After being bullied, a scholar racked his brains to get some snacks to comfort the child. He went in and bet with the little guy that there would be thunder on a sunny day.
Wang Anfeng naturally didn't believe it, so he wagered the snacks in his hand.
