Zhang Xiaofan had been sweeping for quite some time, but leaves still drifted slowly down from the sky.
He looked at the few leaves that had fallen behind him since he'd just swept, feeling a little helpless. After glancing at the broom in his hand, he pondered for a moment. Without worrying about frightening the old man, he set the broom down and assumed a starting stance.
"What's he doing? He's your senior brother, right?" The old man had been keeping half an eye on Zhang Xiaofan all along. Seeing him finally give up, only to strike a rather peculiar pose, he asked in confusion.
"Practicing, I guess! Senior Brother works so hard and is so diligent!" Luo Yunji said proudly.
"Practicing? So he's not sweeping anymore? Ah! Looks like this old man will have to rely on himself after all!" After saying that, the One-Armed Elder discreetly glanced at Little Fatty's expression. Seeing no change at all, as if he hadn't heard a word, he continued watching.
Zhang Xiaofan moved again. He took slow steps, his arms drifting lightly. Those two simple movements stirred up a faint breeze. The fallen leaves on the ground began to shift, but the wind wasn't strong enough; they only stirred a little before settling back against the earth.
When the One-Armed Old Man saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up. The gloom that had clouded them seemed to vanish in an instant, and now they shone like pearls in the night. Luo Yunji, meanwhile, was so busy eating that he didn't notice a thing. He kept watching his senior brother while stuffing food into his mouth.
Zhang Xiaofan moved again. This time, his feet remained still as he leaned forward and slowly raised the arm extended in front of him, turning his palm