Those who secretly scoffed at him for "willingly lowering himself to a slave" could never understand how a mere half-scroll of ancient techniques, casually bestowed by the seemingly lazy young man before them, had loosened a bottleneck that had trapped an elder for twenty years.
Zhang Ming offered a gentle, guiding lift, the soft internal energy overflowing from his palm propping the old man up. "Save your strength to break through the final barrier instead."
Before the echo of his words had even faded, he suddenly flicked his finger against the elder's shoulder armor. A sound like clashing metal rang out, mixed with a teasing tone: "From now on, whenever you run into those stuck-up imperial court emissaries, feel free to use your fists to teach them how to shut up."
Chapter 116