A single sentence blocked Tang Haowan's curiosity.
Tang Haowan knew that some hermit-like figures always have their exclusive trademarks; perhaps the contents of this bottle were Mr. Chu's trademark?
Tang Haowan thought to himself, yet his face showed no sign of it.
He gratefully said to Chu Ge, "Thank you, Mr. Chu, for saving me from peril multiple times and now for healing my crippled legs. I, Tang Haowan, will forever remember your great kindness. In Su City, even though other families are rapidly advancing, our Tang Family is still one of the leading families. Should Mr. Chu ask for anything, I will do my utmost."
Tang Haowan seemed to think of something and then said to Chu Ge, "By the way, since Mr. Chu is an Ancient Martial Artist, you probably can understand the ancient martial arts secret manual, right?"
Chu Ge's eyebrows lifted slightly in confusion as he looked at him, "Ancient martial arts secret manual?"
