Getting Started with the Crane Form Fist

"Your expression just now was strange!"

"Huh?"

Chewing on his guinea fowl, Zhang Xuezhou gave Zhang Manqian a perfunctory reply.

He was not suited to moving around at night, whether here or on the other side.

Light was all that ever greeted Zhang Xuezhou.

He could not see darkness.

For Zhang Xuezhou, a part of his world was always missing.

In the carriage, his head had tilted to one side, and he had returned to reality.

His usual morning routine began with eating.

Zhang Xuezhou had replaced his formerly light breakfasts with greasy food.

He chewed great mouthfuls of guinea fowl, while the mallard's quacking lingered in his mind.

Zhang Xuezhou eyed everything with suspicion.

Ever since his Demon Power had been purified, Zhang Xuezhou had rarely felt that fledgling's urge to try flying, though it still flared up occasionally.

He looked at his hands, then at the straps he had prepared in his pocket.

In the end, Zhang Xuezhou confirmed that he had no desire to fly at the moment.

But the auditory hallucination caused by Lü Yaya's Demon Power lingered, and Zhang Xuezhou could not make sense of why the Demon Power in his sea of consciousness was warning him.

He looked around suspiciously, making Zhang Manqian a little nervous too.

"Um... um, I've gotten started with the Crane Form Fist!"

Seeing the questioning look on Zhang Xuezhou's face, Zhang Manqian had no choice but to tell him where she stood.

She hoped Zhang Xuezhou would not be so nervous.

Ever since discovering that she had a mental illness, Zhang Manqian had felt anger and a drive to improve, but she no longer had her old urgency to chase quick results.

Now she could settle down to think and examine herself, striving to be more careful and reduce