"You had someone follow me?" Yang Xianhua's face changed.
"You started it first!"
"Don't talk about this here. Let's go somewhere else." Yang Xianhua saw people looking in their direction and grabbed his wife's hand to leave.
"What are you afraid of? You have the guts to do it but not admit it?" His wife pushed him away.
The door opened, and Wang An came out of the room. He happened to hear the conversation between the two not far away and saw them struggling.
Yang Xianhua froze for a moment, and Wang An was also slightly taken aback.
'How awkward!'
He really didn't mean to come out and interrupt them at this moment.
He had felt that it was almost noon, and the morning classes were about to be over. He did not want to waste time in the classroom, so he was planning to leave.
When he opened the door, he found himself caught in between their argument. He had heard "little vixen," "two of them," and so on.
'It seems like President Yang was very busy last night. It was no wonder he seemed distracted when we were sparring just now. Isn't he satisfied even with such a beautiful wife? Looking all proper while playing around with others... Is it that practicing Tai Chi enhances… other abilities too, and one is not enough for him?'
'I'm thinking too much!' Wang An brushed his thoughts aside.
'Women only affect the speed of punching. Looking at Yang Xianhua's performance today, that seems to be true…'
'Is this kid deliberately eavesdropping?' Yang Xianhua wondered.
For a moment, Yang Xianhua stared hard at Wang An as if trying to figure out his inner thoughts through his face.
"Teacher Yang. It's getting late, and I have something to do. I'll leave first."
"Stay for lunch. The food here is good. It's worth a try." Yang Xianhua smiled.
"Thank you for your kind offer and a great class. But I really have to leave."
"Take care." He smiled as he watched Wang An walk away. The smile disappeared from his face, and his eyes turned cold.
When Wang An reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back. He saw Yang Xianhua's gloomy face and icy gaze.
Yang Xianhua was stunned. He had not expected Wang An to suddenly turn around. In the next moment, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
'Well… I guess it's confirmed that he's holding a grudge against me.'
If murder was not against the law, Yang Xianhua would probably act now. He had only turned around instinctively.
'That change of expression was really fast. It's a pity he isn't an actor.'
"Huh?" An elderly man in his fifties nearby looked at Wang An and was surprised.
"What's wrong, Mr. Lin?" a middle-aged man next to him asked.
"I just saw a very unusual young man." The old man smiled.
"Very unusual? I rarely hear you say that about a person. Where is he?" The man next to him looked around.
"A lion turns its head," the old man said softly.
"What?"
"That person is already gone."
After leaving the Tai Chi Villa, Wang An did not call for a ride and instead, walked down the mountain.
He felt good walking all the way down while looking at the scenery on both sides of the road. The mountain wind brushed past his face.
1,500-yuan in exchange for mastering Tai Chi Force was so worth it!
Although it had earned him Yang Xianhua's resentment, he had no regrets.
They were just brought together by fate. In such a vast city, they parted ways and did not know when they would meet again.
Judging by Yang Xianhua's "colorful" way of life, it would be good if his Tai Chi skills did not regress.
If he were to spar again, who knows what the result might be?
"However, those people might resort to some dirty tricks, so I still need to be careful." He enjoyed the scenery along the way as he walked down the mountain.
In the afternoon, he went to the Intention Fist Dojo.
"How was it? Did you learn anything?" Li Xinzhu asked as he saw Wang An come in.
"I learned a lot," Wang An said with a smile.
"For 1,500-yuan, if you go to the supermarket and buy groceries, you would have a lot! I don't believe you gained much by listening to Chen Xifeng's class."
"It wasn't Chen Xifeng. It was Yang Xianhua," Wang An said.
"Ah, him? That's even more unlikely!"
"You don't believe it? Come, let's exchange a few moves."
"Alright, to be honest, I let you win the first few times, but today, let me show you what real Intention Fist is."
Wang An only said one thing. "Come!"
"Be careful."
With a bang, the floor shook, and Li Xinzhu stepped in front of Wang An. He used the Crushing Fist at close range.
Wang An's hands circled around. He demonstrated Tai Chi Cloud Hands.
No matter how strong the opponent's fist was, he dissuaded it using his method of force dissipation.
Li Xinzhu's moves were direct and fast. They were vigorous and swift.
Wang An's punches looked slow, and his hands were like flowing clouds.
Wang An effortlessly deflected Li Xinzhu's moves.
If Li Xinzhu's punches were like surging waves, Wang An's punches were like a gentle breeze and white clouds. No matter how fierce the attack was, it was dissipated by Wang An using the force dissipation method.
After a short exchange, Li Xinzhu suddenly jumped back and stared at Wang An as if he had seen a ghost.
"There's something wrong with you!"
The previous times when he sparred with Wang An, the latter could also deflect his Crushing Fist. But at that time, it was difficult for him. It was far from the ease and grace he showed now.
And this time, he basically used all his strength, unlike the previous few times when he held back. Just a few days had passed, and he was like a different person.
"Are you not using all your strength? Go all out. I'm fine." Wang An looked at Li Xinzhu in surprise.
"Go all out? Fine. Come again! I don't believe it!" Li Xinzhu took a deep breath.
This time, he really went all out and used a barrage of Crushing and Cannon Fists. He was as swift as fire and as violent as a surging wave.
Wang An was still the same. He was calm and composed.
"I'm not fighting anymore!"
After a moment, Li Xinzhu jumped back decisively and launched a fierce attack. He was already panting and drenched in sweat.
Wang An was still as calm as ever.
"Tell me the truth. Did you really make such great progress because you attended the morning class on Qingyang Mountain? Never mind Chen Xifeng and Yang Xianhua, even if Zhang from Taihe Mountain were resurrected, such a thing isn't possible."
"I practiced some sparring with him."
"And then?"
"And then, I felt like I suddenly understood something, so I came down the mountain," Wang An said truthfully.
"What are you playing at? Are you talking about a movie or writing a novel? What do you mean by 'suddenly understood something'? You talk like you had some kind of Buddhist enlightenment."
"Something like that."
"I'm not talking to you anymore. It's too frustrating. I want to be alone."