At the Inner Court Martial Arts Practice Field, more than a dozen direct disciples stood in a line, all gazing at Fang Han with eager anticipation, waiting for his guidance.
Fang Han's gaze swept over everyone, and he said with a smile, "There's no need for everyone to be so reserved. We're all fellow disciples, so just relax. Spread out and make yourselves comfortable."
That was what he said, but no one moved. Clearly, they felt that standing in a straight line was the best arrangement.
Seeing this, Fang Han did not force the matter. He was merely somewhat helpless. There was still a barrier between them, born of their differences in status.
After pondering briefly, he raised his voice and said to everyone, "Starting today, I'll be staying at the martial arts academy for the next three days. So if any of you have questions about standing post, martial arts, or boxing techniques, you can bring them to me one by one. I'll explain everything in great detail, until you fully understand."
He paused, then added, "However, I'll only explain the foundations of martial arts and standing post. I won't teach killing moves. If any junior brother needs help in that area, you can spar with me. Don't worry—I'll suppress my cultivation and spar using only pure martial arts skill. However, whether you can comprehend it thoroughly will depend on yourselves."
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your guidance!"
Everyone agreed with a thunderous response, only then quickly spreading out and assuming their stances across the practice field.
The first person Fang Han approached was the direct disciple who had mentioned earlier that he had a problem with standing post.
When he saw Fang Han walking toward him, the direct disciple hurriedly cupped his fists in salute. He then immediately