Three days later, yet another grand ceremony unfolded.
Inside and outside the Dock Fortress, tables were set with feasts, and everyone partook in a celebratory banquet to dispel the lingering sorrow.
"Come, come, let's toast Third Brother again!"
"This time, thanks to Third Brother's divine prowess, he slashed that black-faced bandit hag with one strike; otherwise, we wouldn't know how to end it."
"Third Brother, why don't you tell us about that strike, and perhaps teach us a few moves?"
"Teach you? In your dreams. That's probably Third Brother's secret technique, not something to teach unrelated outsiders, unless you introduce your sister to Third Brother as a concubine."
"Get lost!!!"
At the wine table, everyone flattered him, making Song Wu feel as if he was floating on air, yet he couldn't help but wave his hand and explain, "Don't talk nonsense, haven't I already taught you all my skills? There's no secret technique. As for that strike, I don't actually know what it was."
