Su Garden.
Su Chan carried a platter of fruit toward the inner courtyard.
As she passed through the gate connecting the outer and inner courtyards, she suddenly heard deep, imposing growls from within, like a tiger roaring through the mountain forests. Her scalp prickled in fright.
She instinctively slowed her steps, trying not to make a sound, as though afraid of disturbing that fierce tiger.
She rounded the stone screen.
A man was practicing his punches in the courtyard.
He wore loose blue-green training clothes, his physique lean and well-proportioned. As his fists and feet moved, invisible force billowed through his robes.
His punches were slow, so slow that even an ordinary person like her, who knew nothing of martial arts, could see them clearly.
Yet between his fingers and palms, the air currents seemed to come alive under his control, swelling into the shape of a fierce tiger that lunged forward and climbed upward with the movements of his fists and feet-
She dared not approach. Those seemingly ordinary punches radiated a terror that made her hair stand on end.
"Roar!"
As he delivered the final move, the bones throughout his body crackled. A tremoring force surged into the air currents, and the tiger formed from them seemed to let out a roar. Several cracks a foot long split across the water vat several yards away with a series of snaps, and water seeped out continuously.
"Young master!"
Su Chan hurriedly lowered her head, forcing down the fear in her heart. She felt that since her young master had returned from suppressing the bandits, his presence had become even more imposing.
In fact.
It surpassed even that of Du Zhongxing, the White Crane Martial Arts Hall's second direct disciple.
She found this unbelievable.
Her young master was only at