Since he had booked the ticket on the internet and it was eight o'clock in the morning, at the dawn of the day, Wang Ke carried a simple traveling bag and quickly went to the house where his master Zhao Menfeng lived.

Just after entering the door, his eyes fell on Zhao Menfeng who was wearing a white practice suit in the courtyard, slowly playing taijiquan. However, his line of sight only paused for a few seconds before shifting to the surface of the stone table to the side.

Two ...