Really Picking Up Bargains!

Sunset burned along the distant mountain line, spreading layer by layer, dyeing the treetops and stone faces a warm red. The wind had cooled a little. Halfway up the mountain, a few disciples could vaguely be seen returning, their hems flashing at a bend in the mountain path before vanishing again among the trees.

He lowered his head and glanced at his own hand.

His palm was very steady, and even the faint fluctuations of force had smoothed out a great deal.

This was only the beginning.

Over the next few days, he came every day.

He came in the early morning, he came when the sun was already high, and sometimes he would sit alone late into the night. The moonlight in the mountains was much clearer than in the city, and the wind was colder too. From far away, unknown beasts would sometimes give a low cry or two from the valley floor; it was impossible to tell whether they were fierce or not, only that they seemed to be reminding him this night was not empty. Luo Wen did not care. A few times, when his practice carried him away, he simply rose and performed his boxing at the edge of the stone terrace. His punches were not heavy, and his movements were not fast; it was more that he was following the environment of this planet and slowly "kneading" his body open bit by bit.

Occasionally, Academy disciples on the mountainside would look up and see him, but none dared approach. They only stole a couple of glances from afar.

Once, two young disciples thought they were well hidden, crouching behind a large rock halfway down the slope, with a section of sleeve and a strand of hair showing. When Luo Wen finished practicing and drew