Abiding by the principle that a clear conscience fears no shadows, and with the thought that he shouldn't be afraid if he had done nothing wrong, Zhang Beixing cast aside all his concerns. He focused on the video on his computer, editing it swiftly and decisively.
Before long, he had edited two videos. One showed him shattering wooden stakes underwater, lasting thirty seconds, with the title: "Fist Like a Tiger, Hidden Force Subdues the Dragon! Twenty Years of Power in This Punch—Can You Withstand It?" The other was a video of him performing the Hidden Force version of the Northern Sect's Eight Pieces of Brocade. The original video was over forty minutes long; even after Zhang Beixing edited it, it was still four minutes in duration.
Just as Zhang Beixing was about to create background music for these two videos, his phone suddenly rang, "Daddy, your son is calling! Daddy, your son is..." The ringtone interrupted his thoughts.
