The four simple strikes could unfold into myriad intricate variations.
It even made Ye Feng feel as though these simple strikes were like droplets from a melting glacier. Although they appeared straightforward, when countless droplets gathered, they could transform into vast rivers and seas.
This simplicity intertwined with complex changes was infinitely mysterious, filling him with curiosity about the creator of such a secret technique. He yearned to know what sort of person could craft such a powerful and unmatched method.
...
Meanwhile, outside the palace.
"Sister, how did you come to be here from the Ancient times? Does your master have any other titles besides that of a deity?"
Chou Lao, with a sycophantic smile, kept pleasing Ming, who was dressed as a little palace girl, by massaging her shoulders while he asked curiously.
