Wei Huo was confused. Was the old monk practicing the Arhat Fist? The Tiger-Subduing Fist? The Tendon-Transforming Scripture?
In the end, the old monk approached the empty ground and opened his legs. His shoulders were as wide as his legs, and his body slowly sank.
The more Wei Huo looked at the man, the more familiar his sight felt. Wasn't this…
The old monk's movements were slow, but his aura was endless. His hands seemed to be hugging a ball.
Wei Huo blurted out, "Isn't this the Taiji Fist?"
Why is a monk like you practicing the Taiji Fist?
The old monk smiled and said, "I had yet to come to this mountain when I was young. At the time, the government encouraged me to practice the Taiji Fist and Qi Cultivation. I followed suit and got used to it. I could not stop."
After some practice, Wei Huo heard a notification.
"Do you want to learn the 24th simplified Taiji Fist?"
