Prison B-6.
Yu Su stood in a horse stance, practicing his fist forms.
Light and heavy followed his will, hard and soft complemented each other; he had already grasped the true essence of Tai Chi Fist.
A long while later.
Yu Su slowly finished his routine and said to Zhou Yi, who stood beyond the bars.
"Old Zhou, this fist art is far from simple. It does not merely cultivate the body and temperament—it contains the supreme principles of heaven and earth!"
"What supreme principles of heaven and earth?"
Zhou Yi's heart jolted. Even he, a cultivator, could not sense its mysteries. Could Yu Su be some heaven-sent genius, comprehending the Dao through Tai Chi and ascending in broad daylight like in storybooks?
"The affairs of the world are like this Tai Chi: contend not, yet leave nothing uncontended; act through non-action, yet leave nothing undone!"
Yu Su sighed. "In the past, I was too hasty in my actions. Reforming the court cannot be accomplished overnight. That was why I suffered two defeats."
"..."
Zhou Yi calmed himself. After a long while, he forcibly replied, "That makes sense!"
Yu Su's solemn expression shifted, and he shamelessly said, "Brother Li, hurry and bring out the pig trotter. Since you've been gone these days, my mouth has been so bland I could hatch a bird in it!"
Yu Su was a genuine pauper. When Zhou Yi was absent, the jailers might not dare mistreat him, but there was no chance they would pay out of their own pockets to bring him wine and meat.
Zhou Yi passed the pig trotter and wine inside. "Old Yu, are all officials as thick-skinned as you? With pig trotters, I'm Brother Li; without them, I'm Old Zhou?"
"If my skin had been even a little thinner,