Hearing someone enter, the old man opened his bleary eyes and glanced at Wei Chun.
"Chunzi, you've come again."
"Old Master Zhuang, I've finished everything you asked me to do last time. I've also mastered that Bell Striking Stance you taught me. When will you teach me some new moves?" Wei Chun put on an ingratiating expression.
"Good that it's done. Whatever you do, don't let anyone discover it. Keeping hidden is the safest course." The old man let out a breath and slowly straightened up from his rattan chair.
"You've mastered the Bell Striking Stance, so I'll teach you another set—the Earth Stomping Stance." He slowly rose to his feet, stretched his legs, bent his waist, and worked his stiff joints.
"Chunzi, it's a pity you're already too old. Otherwise, with your natural aptitude, if you had laid a foundation earlier, you would surely have made something of yourself. What a pity."
"It's fine. As long as I can practice martial arts. What I knew before was nothing but farmers' tricks. If I hadn't met you, I might never have known just how powerful true Martial Arts Cultivation could be." Wei Chun did not find it regrettable in the slightest.
"You're a good child, with a good heart. Sigh... but you must never let outsiders see the things I teach you. When practicing, find some remote place with no one around. Don't bring disaster upon yourself." Old Master Zhuang cautioned her.
"Chunzi understands!" Wei Chun answered earnestly.
During an accident, she had saved Old Master Zhuang, who had been covered in wounds.
Old Master Zhuang seemed to have been pursued by someone. Had she not hidden him and treated him in time, he would likely have become nothing more than a pile of bones by now.
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