Watching Zhang Beixing, Liu Yi appeared calm on the surface. But internally, he was already screaming, "Holy hell!"
Elder Chen saw that Liu Yi had yet to respond, so he reached out, gently touched Liu Yi's arm, and asked, "Brother Liu, I'm asking you, this stance work of Nephew Zhang's—was it you who taught him?"
Hearing this, Liu Yi finally snapped back to reality.
A wry smile appeared on his face as he looked at Elder Chen. "Old Brother, if I were to say I never taught him how to train his stance work at all, that he's entirely self-taught, would you believe me?"
"What?"
Elder Chen's voice suddenly shot up a few octaves, his eyes widening as he looked at Liu Yi. "Brother Liu, you're not joking with me, are you?"
"Old Brother, listen to yourself! Why would I joke with you about something like this? He's been learning martial arts for less than a month; I haven't even had a chance to teach him yet!" Liu Yi said, shaking his head.
