Staring at the severed arm on the ground, Xu Yuan's thoughts drifted back to half a month ago.
On White Cloud Mountain.
Xu Yuan looked at his master's back, unable to understand why his master loved gazing at the moon so much.
"Yuan Yuan... don't you find these three moons strange? Why are there three of them?"
With his back to Xu Yuan, Aaron posed a question.
"They're our satellites, formed under the planet's gravitational pull... As for why? Weren't there always supposed to be three moons?"
That was Xu Yuan's answer. After all, he and everyone around him had grown up watching those three moons.
To them, three moons in the sky were as self-evident as the sun rising in the east and water flowing downhill—immutable laws!
"Ha... wasted my breath on you."
Aaron clasped his hands behind his back and walked through the moonlight toward the thatched hut. "Come in..."
Xu Yuan followed him inside.
"On your knees!"
With a tobacco pipe tucked into his belt, Aaron's expression was incomparably solemn as he barked the order.
Xu Yuan dropped to his knees as if by reflex.
Aaron's expression was grave. "Our Formless White Bird Fist is merely a minor school of boxing, but tonight... you will come into contact with this sect's highest mystery!"
Xu Yuan sensed something and pricked up his ears.
He heard his master's unhurried voice. "Now you know that ancient martial arts were originally created to select grandmasters capable of fighting the strange! Though the founder of our White Bird Fist was not a grandmaster, he encountered the strange as well. He was one of those lucky ghost-wielders!"
"Master..." Xu Yuan abruptly raised his head. "Then the founder... surely didn't live long?"
Ordinary people lacked a grandmaster's spiritual cultivation and did not understand