Jiao.
The White Ape Martial Arts Hall looked very small, and its location was extremely remote.
On the training ground, a thin, spry old man sat in a Grand Preceptor's chair with imposing ease. He toyed with a purple-clay teapot, taking a sip now and then as he urged two young men to practice: "Asang, Xiaobo, our White Ape Strength must be trained by standing in a stance. You have to stand a living stance. Martial Arts are dead, but people are alive. As you hold this stance, your Qi and Blood are a monkey—a heart monkey! Subduing the heart monkey means subduing your own Qi and Blood. Then you can Embrace the Pill..."
"Master, we can't go on."
Xiaobo and Asang had barely maintained their posture for a long while before suddenly wailing and collapsing onto the ground, their faces flushed crimson.
"Sigh... People eat much better nowadays than they did in the past, and there's no shortage of all kinds of nutritional supplements. You're all equipped with the best possible configuration, and your bodies have already met the requirements. But your spirits..." The old man clicked his tongue. "They're far worse than those of the ancients."
The old man shook his head repeatedly, exasperated that iron had failed to become steel, then suddenly looked toward the doorway.
"A Martial Artist, White Ape Liu San?"
Zhong Shenxiu strode inside, with Luo Xiaoqing following behind him.
After tasting the benefits of earning some Heavenly Show Points from his last challenge to a Martial Arts hall, he would definitely bring a streamer along for this kind of private bout.
As for public competitions, those naturally had television stations broadcasting them, so there was no need.
"That's me!"
The old man took a sip of tea, then suddenly smiled. "You're not here