Ying had claimed she would not practice, but by dusk she was already training in the empty space behind the teahouse.
Madam Tong danced with the White Snake Blade in her hand, her feet executing the newly learned Mysterious Turtle Step, her dainty boots tapping the ground lightly.
Song Cheng had married a rich beauty, and she too had become "rich". Her boots were newly replaced, fitting better and more convenient for practicing martial arts, much better than the cloth shoes before, at least she didn't have to worry about kicking them off when lifting her legs...
At that moment, Song Cheng, like a strict teacher, scolded from the side, "Move like a turtle, not slow and sluggish like a turtle, but stable.
The point of force is in the waist, if the spine does not move or sway, then it's rooted to the ground, and the power used has its source."
On the other side, Ying was practicing the "White Snake Force".
