Ye Xiangyang crossed into Qinman Siheyuan and became the adopted son of a pig butcher. He only had five yuan in his pocket, just in time for the slaughterhouse to come to the yard to recruit workers in 1960. There is room for skill upgrades in my mind - the Master of Slaughter and the God-level Swordsman have each reached half their progress. The three uncles were sitting at the gate of the courtyard. He clenched his fists: He had secured this iron rice bowl!