A return gift?
The three elderly men froze.
At their level, what rare treasures had they not seen?
Chen Lin offered no explanation.
He took a crumpled, folded sheet of A4 paper from his pocket.
He had written it on the plane when he was bored, after casually asking a flight attendant for a pen.
"Here. This is for you."
Chen Lin pushed the sheet toward General Zhao.
General Zhao picked it up in puzzlement. It was densely covered in writing, the scrawl so messy it looked like gibberish.
Across the top was a bold title: "Taiyin Breathing Technique."
"This is..." General Zhao frowned slightly.
"A simple physical training technique."
Chen Lin lifted his teacup and said casually, "Follow the breathing methods written there and draw in moonlight to temper your body. Soldiers with average aptitude can break through the limits of the human body in three months. Lifting three or four hundred jin with one hand won't be a problem, and their physical constitution will improve two- to threefold. Those with better aptitude will take less time."
Pfft!
The elderly man at the head of the table, who was drinking tea, nearly spat out a mouthful.
General Zhao's hand jerked, and the thin sheet of A4 paper almost fell to the floor.
"What did you say?!"
General Zhao shot to his feet, his eyes wide as bells. His voice cracked with excitement. "Three months, and three or four hundred jin with one hand?! A two- to threefold improvement in physical constitution?!"
Even a world weightlifting champion would struggle to lift more than two hundred jin with one hand.
"It's theoretically possible." Chen Lin shrugged.
This was actually a bare-bones version of the Taiyin Breathing Technique that Chen Lin had stripped down countless times.
The true Taiyin Breathing Technique was