Some things are best done when the night is dark and the wind is high.
Run Sheng: "Someone's coming."
Li Zhiyuan, lightly blowing on the sweet potato in his hand, stood up and looked in that direction.
He saw an old man carrying a young man on his back, walking along the ridge of the field towards them.
The young man had a piece of cloth wrapped around his head, resembling the attire of a rural woman in confinement.
Li Zhiyuan's gaze shifted downward, focusing on the old man's strides.
It had rained here last night, and even gathering dry firewood had been difficult, so naturally, the ground was a bit muddy. Yet, with the weight of an adult on his back, as the old man's cloth shoes touched the ground, they left no footprints.
This meant that the other party practiced genuine internal martial arts, and they were well-tempered.
Run Sheng practiced internal martial arts too, only his 'internal' was chiseled out.
