"The Primordial Form-Intent Tai Chi Sect? I've heard of them. A small sect founded less than two years ago."
Lin Zhengzong replied.
"They invited me to their founding ceremony, but business at the massage clinic was bad around then. I wasn't in the mood for that sort of event, so I made an excuse and declined."
"Is their leader called Ma Baoli?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"No, their leader's called Ma Fuguo. He wrote the invitation himself. Nice calligraphy, bold and vigorous. This Ma Baoli might be his daughter."
"Are you asking about them for some particular reason, Mr. Liu?"
Lin Zhengzong asked.
"I have a takeout order to deliver to Ma Baoli."
"Oh, it's work. Give me a moment, then. I'll ask around right away."
Lin Zhengzong said.
"All right. Thanks, Mr. Lin."
He hung up and focused on driving.
That moment stretched into more than ten minutes. By the time Liu Zheng reached the entrance to the street where the Primordial Form-Intent Taiji School stood, Lin Zhengzong finally called back.
"Mr. Liu, I found out. Ma Fuguo fell seriously ill last month. His daughter Ma Baoli is running the martial arts school now."
Lin Zhengzong said.
"What kind of illness?"
Something stirred in Liu Zheng's mind, and he quickly pressed for details.
"I'm not too sure. They haven't told anyone. A few fellow instructors wanted to visit him, but they were turned away."
Lin Zhengzong shook his head.
"Sounds like there's something they can't talk about."
He grew thoughtful.
Either Ma Fuguo had an illness they couldn't let anyone know about, or he was already dead and they were keeping his death secret.
"I wouldn't know about that."
Lin Zhengzong replied.
"How strong is this Primordial Form-Intent Tai Chi Sect?"
Liu Zheng asked again.
"Not very. They call themselves