'When I was young, he once hit my hand with a wooden plank.'
'It was very painful, and I did not give in.'
'I told everyone that this technique was unique to me. If anyone wanted it, they should not blame me for being ruthless under my fist.'
'Pummeling them mercilessly.'
Wang Anfeng's lips twitched slightly as he gleaned bits of insight from these few snippets into events of the past.
To fight over candy with his little daughter, he invented a mystical art.
The Dongfang Clan seemed to be much wilder than others imagined.
But since it was not allowed, could it be that this mystical art was only passed down after this elder passed away?
As he pondered, Wang Anfeng instinctively turned the page and discovered two more lines.
'My sister wished to exchange three pieces of candy for it, and I was delighted, so I agreed.'
'Then, she wanted to change its name for one piece of candy to "Qianji," and I was very pleased.'
Wang Anfeng: "..."
