Lee Hyeon-Ju replied nonchalantly, “Sorry, but I don’t know it.”0

Lee Hyeon-Su stiffened immediately. “…!”0

Almost at the same time, Wiggins began glaring at his dear disciple with an expression of an ax murderer ready to decapitate someone!0

“H-hang on a sec!” Lee Hyeon-Su cried out, cold sweat beads trickling down his forehead. “D-didn’t you say you inherited most of your grandfather’s cultivation techniques?”0

“That I did,” Lee Hyeon-Ju replied without much care.0

That only made Lee Hyeon-Su more desperate, though. “A-and your grandfather knew the Twofold Will Art, didn’t he?”0

“Yes, he did.”0

“T-then, how can you not know it?”0

“What do you mean? The Twofold Will Art isn’t my grandfather’s or the Lee clan’s unique cultivation method, you know? You can safely file that technique under ‘extraneous stuff not worth caring about’.”0

“…!”0

“You think my grandfather only knew one or two cultivation techniques? Of course not. He searched for and compiled a detailed list of all martial arts found in South Korea. Meaning, he must've studied at least a hundred different techniques and arts in his lifetime. In that case, how do you expect him to master every single miscellaneous technique on top of that?0

“He didn't impart the knowledge on those techniques to me, saying knowing too much can actually be worse than knowing a few. So, I only studied the clan's techniques, plus those my grandfather has acknowledged as somewhat useful.”0

“…”0

If this was any other situation, Lee Hyeon-Su would have applauded Lee Jung-Geol for his wisdom.0

Wasn't it natural for people to want to leave behind as large...0