"Left, left, over there, over there, don't move, yes, yes, down, down, hey, hey, hey, not talking about you, talking to you, put your back into it, with your strength, even if you exert all your might, you can't hurt me."
The deep shadows of the trees envelop the entire courtyard.
The rocking chair sways back and forth.
Xu Zishuai lies sprawled out with his eyes closed in a spread-eagle position, while four or five Xu Family juniors knead his shoulders and massage his legs.
It's quite comfortable.
Suddenly.
The pounding on his legs mysteriously stops, while the kneading on his shoulders steadily intensifies, so much so that it's quite surprising.
Xu Zishuai is puzzled.
The Xu Family's youngsters in the garden are all about fourteen or fifteen, the age to practice and train in martial arts. Those who are late bloomers haven't even started yet. How can they be so strong?
Could there be a Martial Bone in the Xu Family?
