In the Black Elephant Galaxy, on an ordinary Life Planet.
Inside the spacious Martial Arts Hall, more than a hundred people were drenched in sweat as they practiced move after move.
Men and women, young and old—the span of their ages was astounding.
Some were incomparably proficient, some stumbled along, and some moved awkwardly...
Their only common point was this:
Compared to the standard version of The Stars Are Calling, every one of their movements was distorted, each distortion different from the next.
Amid the crowd, a white-haired old man held a teaching whip. From time to time, he tapped a student's arm or thigh, "correcting" their movements toward the standard while ensuring they remained distorted.
Smack! Smack smack~~!
"Gah! Master Zhou, I wasn't practicing it wrong... I was wrong, I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"
"Ah! Ahhh! Master Zhou, I've already corrected it! Please go easy on me, sir!"
"Hehehe, Master Zhou's whip still packs such a punch! He doesn't look like an Old Senior who's four hundred years old at all!"
"Master Zhou, Ma Qinghuai's skin is itching again. Hurry and increase his dosage!"
Amid cries of pain and laughter, teasing and curses, the hundred students finally completed their respective versions of The Stars Are Calling. The old man stepped out from among them, casually tossed down his teaching whip, and his straight back gradually bent.
The noise in the enormous hall slowly faded. One student after another looked at the old man's stooped back and the teaching whip on the floor, their expressions complicated.
In truth, Master Zhou's whip was no longer as powerful as it had once been.
Four hundred years old!
For an Inner Scene powerhouse, his life was nearing its end. His Inner World was heading toward desolation and decay,