Yang Jing hastily retracted his stance. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, but his eyes glittered with excitement.
He had learned far more from this sparring session than from all his drilling on his own.
"Keep practicing here. Carefully mull over the sensation you just felt," Sun Yong said. "If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me at any time. You don't need to return to the front courtyard."
"Yes, Master." Yang Jing nodded, immediately centered himself, and once again began practicing the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
This time, he deliberately slowed his pace, carefully tracing the path of the Huajin energy as it circulated through his meridians and feeling its resonance with the air as it emanated from his body.
Sun Yong walked over to the covered veranda, picked up the teapot on the table, and took a long drink directly from the spout.
