"Easy Tai Chi, it begets the Duality, from which come the Four Symbols, and from them the Eight Trigrams are born. The Eight Trigrams determine fortune and misfortune, and from these great endeavors arise."
Under the moon, Ma Chenglong stood with his feet positioned as if atop a full moon, his arms embracing the void, his expression serene, free of any hint of emotion.
Standing beside him, Zhu Qianyun tried to imitate Ma Chenglong's movements. Although each movement she made was perfect, she lacked Ma Chenglong's detachment and tranquility, reminiscent of someone from beyond this world.
"Uncle Long, I don't know why, but I just can't seem to master Tai Chi."
Disheartened, she let her hands fall and sat down on a stone chair nearby, sighing, "Maybe it's because I truly cannot achieve a state of inner peace like still water."
"Qianyun, do not belittle yourself."
