"Hmm, that's right, we can't lose. Tomorrow we'll give those people from Goryeo a harsh lesson! Let them realize our strength. They think they can trample over the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall? They must be dreaming."
All the instructors from the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall scoffed with disdain.
As night fell in Yanjing, within an old-fashioned residence, stood a group of people in one of the rooms.
On the bed in this room lay a young man, none other than Young Master Hua Hai of the Hua Family. At this moment, an elderly man with grizzled hair, dressed in a long white robe, was intently manipulating a series of silver needles on Hua Hai's body, whose previously frenzied state had now subsided.
A few seconds later, the old man retrieved the silver needles and took a deep breath.
"Father, how is Little Hai now?"
Standing beside the old man was a middle-aged man with the look of a scholar, his face showing a hint of worry; it was Hua Chun, Hua Hai's father.
