Inside the quiet room.
Palms flickered, and footsteps wheeled and turned.
Yet no matter how that figure shifted and moved, circling and thrusting her palms, the solitary flame in the corner remained utterly still, neither swaying nor flickering. Lian Youming sat cross-legged nearby, a subtle radiance gathering in his eyes like two ancient wells reflecting moonlight, mirroring that moving figure.
Unlike Gan Xuantong's Ox-Tongue Palm, what Boss Chen taught him was Dragon Claw Palm.
This was Cheng Faction Bagua, passed down through the lineage of the Bagua grandmaster Cheng Tinghua.
Cheng Tinghua had studied under Dong Haichuan, the founder of Bagua Palm, and had been one of his prized disciples. He had been sworn friends with the Xingyi grandmaster Li Cunyi, a life-and-death confidant of Wang Wu the Great Saber, and a fellow disciple of Yin Fu. He had also headed the Eight Trigrams Sect before the Gong Family, defeating experts from all quarters with his Wrestling and making his name throughout Beijing. Even Sun Lutang, the "Tiger-Head Junior Guardian," had once studied palm techniques under him.
As the saying went, arts were not lightly imparted, nor the Way cheaply sold.
Although Boss Chen had intended to offer him guidance before, she had not taught him through words and demonstrations, merely testing him with the manuscripts in the Medical Hall.
How much he understood depended entirely on his own affinity and fortune.
But perhaps surviving that brush with death had changed her mind, giving her the idea of teaching him personally.
Personal instruction.
Lian Youming restrained his breathing and stilled his mind, sweeping away every thought as he watched quietly and listened to the length and depth of her breaths.
With his present attainment in the martial way, he did not need to practice along with her. Running it through