In the open space behind the villa, Su Fan was gracefully practicing Tai Chi Boxing.
His movements were simple and elegant, possessing a beauty characteristic of Eastern martial arts.
The transitions in his form gave an impression of power flowing like silk, and steps as light as a cat's walk.
Everything was slow and graceful, yet possessed a unique mystical strength.
Ning Miaoxi and Zhen Bingyu were watching Su Fan practice martial arts.
However, their skills were far inferior to Su Fan's, so they couldn't train with him.
When Su Fan finished his practice, both of them seemed deep in thought, having gained something.
Watching a master practice is like a chess player observing a grandmaster play.
Though they don't fully understand, they somewhat gain insights.
"Hoo—"
Su Fan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Then he said to Zhen Bingyu and Ning Miaoxi, "That's all for today. If you wish to watch me practice tomorrow, feel free to come over."
