"Sister A Xing, nothing will happen to my brother, will it?"
Inside the clinic, Yang Shuang saw off the last patient and tidied the scattered chairs and stools, ready to close up. But as she watched the figure still circling through palm techniques in the Back Courtyard's sitting room, she could not help feeling a trace of worry.
Ever since Lian Youming had entered, he had been practicing without stopping, for some four or five hours now. Night had already fallen outside, yet he still showed no sign of stopping. A Xing glanced at Lian Youming and said softly, "He's had an insight. Don't disturb him."
Yang Shuang nodded slightly, then pressed her lips together. "Sister A Xing, who left those manuscripts? I don't see anything special about them." Wiping down the medicine cabinet, A Xing answered without looking up, "Everyone thinks differently about the principles of boxing, and what they perceive can be worlds apart. Boss Chen said those manuscripts seemed to have been brought from the North by one of her elders in her martial lineage. They have something to do with Wang Wu the Great Saber. Perhaps they're notes on his training." Yang Shuang murmured an acknowledgment and asked no more. After closing the clinic, she sat in the courtyard, admiring the moonlight while watching Lian Youming practice his boxing ceaselessly in the darkness.
A Xing went out for a while and returned with a large pile of food.
Both women sat outside, not daring to disturb him in the slightest.
At that moment, Lian Youming appeared as gentle as a breeze and a light rain. His punches and turning palms were slow and ordinary, seemingly no different from usual. In truth, Inner Strength suffused his entire body, and with every movement, fierce force like thunder and