Old Qian's "disappearance" didn't change anything.
The Little Girl had already received her grandfather's words and would temporarily listen to Lu Ping'an's.... uh, except for going to certain rooms alone―before coming back, grandfather had already given her a thorough lesson.
Lu Ping'an still had his plans, and in fact, he was executing them quite well.
In actual combat, his skills continuously became more polished and mature.
"...I see, movements really shouldn't be too direct, uh, maybe I need a bigger cloak..."
Real combat may not be the best mentor, but it is often the best examiner.
Excessive movements would be sanctioned by Iron Fist.
Stupid choices would be violently imprinted on one's face.
Lu Ping'an was not without mistakes, on the contrary, he didn't even remember how many times he had erred... Many of the previously perfect and flawless movements and techniques were ruthlessly punched onto his face.
