"Hong Fu started blowing the virtues of the Tiger Form again."
Lu Chenzhou had gotten used to it, finding Hong Fu quite endearing—like an old child who would never grow up, with an innocent's heart for Martial Arts and serious dedication to it.
After two hours of strenuous practice, he had still not achieved a beginner's understanding.
But Hong Fu wasn't disappointed.
This was a first-class Martial Arts technique. For someone of Lu Chenzhou's age, to master it in two hours? That would only happen to a thousand-year-old monster reincarnated from a novel!
In the evening's Heavenly Pile Class.
