On Lanxi Village's square, more than two hundred strong young men from several nearby villages practiced the basic boxing techniques Yan Shuangfei had taught them.
Ever since a bit of the seal on his body had been lifted, his mastery of spear techniques, along with some basic fist and kicking arts, had surfaced in his mind.
That spearplay seemed carved into his bones, forming muscle memory, and it made him eagerly anticipate the memories he might regain once his body was further unsealed.
Who exactly was he? Why had he ended up here?
He desperately wanted to know, yet no matter how hard he thought, he could not remember.
"Brother Yan, it's time to eat!"
Murong Feiyan, dressed in a neat coarse-cloth skirt and blouse, stood at the edge of the square and called out to Yan Feiying. Her voice was clear and pleasant, and the admiration on her face could not have been more obvious.
"Wonderful, it's finally time to eat!"
The sweat-soaked young men heard that voice as though it were music from heaven. One by one, they withdrew their fists, rose to their feet, and ran toward the dining hall. They had been living like this for over a month.
Yan Shuangfei walked over and rubbed her little head, saying gently, "Let's go. By the way, where's Axiao?"
He had not seen that mischievous boy all morning, so Yan Shuangfei could not help asking.
"Him? He took a group of boys up the mountain to set traps. He said they were going to catch some game."
"Is anyone accompanying them? A bunch of little ones up in the mountains is very dangerous!" Yan Shuangfei immediately asked with concern.
"Grandpa and the others are watching over them. It's fine!"
"Oh!"
The two chatted and laughed as they walked,