The next day, at the crack of dawn,
Yang Fei woke from his Turtle Hibernation state and began his morning training.
The Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand technique that Xue Mingtai had gifted him.
Over the past few days, Yang Fei had almost mastered it.
This set of palm techniques was extremely fierce.
Derived from Baji, yet much more powerful than the Eight Extremes Fist.
For some reason, Yang Fei always felt this set of palm techniques was not unfamiliar to him.
Almost as soon as he looked at the manual, Yang Fei understood all the variations within it.
The feeling was similar to redoing a test paper he had done before.
He almost knew how to solve the questions at a glance, and could even provide the precise answers.
Yang Fei knew that the part of his memory he had lost was causing trouble again.
Memories can be lost, but the martial arts skills learned by the body cannot be.
Amidst the memory fragments, various blurred segments were complex, almost surreal.
