In the moonlit courtyard, fallen leaves danced through the air as a young man in a white long robe practiced his fists among them. His body moved like a roaming dragon. All these images combined, it scarcely seemed like a scene from the mortal world.
At the university's freshman welcome gala, she had seen instructors from the martial arts department demonstrate kung fu. Yet she had never seen anyone perform it with such majestic momentum—so free and steady, like a soaring dragon and flying phoenix.
Watching the scene silently from behind the window, Xie Lingyin was slightly dazed herself, almost suspecting that she was dreaming.
What kind of kung fu was this? How could it look so handsome?
Earlier, she had still harbored some doubts—had this young man truly cultivated real kung fu to Dark Force and become an externally hired university instructor, or was it merely because of his background? Now, however, her doubts were gone. If he were not a Dark Force Martial Master, how could every punch carry such a sense of power?
This young man had clearly spent all his talent points on kung fu and radio translation, which was why he was lacking in that department—getting up in the middle of the night to practice boxing instead of continuing to sleep.
After watching for a while, she tucked the handgun into her clothes so as not to scare him, then went to the kitchen. She warmed a slice of toast, cut it up, and placed it on the dining table.
Remembering Huo Yuanhong's large appetite, she warmed another slice of toast, added several grilled sausages and some lettuce, and heated a cup of milk.
Then she went back to sleep.
"Tomorrow, I should buy a few chickens, and get some goji berries too. I heard