Based on its appearance, the dojo was of respectable antiquity and an epitome of traditional Japanese architecture.

Further down the yard was an empty hall that resembled the training place for martial arts. Its floor and door frame were both made of wood. Inside, old-type armor and wooden swords were piled up beside the wall.

Lu Shu walked straight inside. "Is the inherited trade complete?"

"Yes, though it is simpler than that of China and the Conservatives, because it focuses more on the so-called will instead of fighting effectiveness. That is also why it is disadvantaged in actual combat," the maid Taniguchi Bunndai said.

Actually, Taniguchi Bunndai was Chinese. Nonetheless, she had spent years in Japan as a spy. For decades, the Chinese and the Japanese had been engaged in a mutual infiltration process.

Taniguchi Bunndai led Lu Shu to his bedroom. The yard was floored with uncomplicated cyan pebbles, through which ran a path lined with fine bamboo. The leaves rustled, sending