143 Dad's Birthday

"The Three Hundred… Tang Poems!" Lin Jie's hands shook, and the book dropped onto the floor with a loud thud.

Just imagine: he had thought he got a superb secret martial arts book and was all prepared to train hard so he could be a master of martial arts and hence look down arrogantly at those who had previously despised him. Yet now he discovered… what he got was just a copy of the "Three Hundred Tang Poems', a children's book?!

Lin Jie felt as if he had fallen down from the top of the world, and his heart was now broken beyond repair.

The Wine God Elder, a stubbed, bald burly guy who had a pair of iron-like fists, and who looked so magnificent—in a martial arts book, if he donned a monk's kasaya, he would be the mysterious monk who had skills surpassing all others. Who could have thought he could pull off such a trick on Lin Jie?