"Do you understand?"
Xue Yong nodded blankly.
"I understand."
"But, Master, won't I practice boxing today then?"
"The boxing technique you taught me last time, I seem to have gotten some sense of it."
"But I still feel the moves are not satisfactory, and I want to ask you about a few points…"
The Ancient Immortal Palm was missing a piece of flesh, the wound had healed, but it was clear that a piece had indeed sunk in.
He was full of impatience, pushed Xue Yong with one palm!
"Too much nonsense!"
With one palm, he pushed the seated Xue Yong backward, and in Xue Yong's cry of surprise, pushed him out of the dream realm, back to the real world.
Seeing another disciple coming from afar, Round Stone Ancient Immortal quickly retracted his hand to prevent the disciples from seeing inside his sleeves.
He looked very fat, very fat, but actually, only his hands had flesh. Inside the sleeves, above the wrists, only withered bones.
