As evening fell, the sun sank low in the west.
Cui Mountain Village, Purple Sandalwood Forest.
Bai Ke sat under a tree with a ceramic bowl in front of her. Inside the bowl was a roast chicken. She nibbled on it while watching Gu Zhao practice his martial arts up ahead.
Silk Embroideress was right beside her, her gaze fixed on Gu Zhao. This was the first time she had ever seen him train.
Gu Zhao was practicing the White Crane Fist he had learned from his grandfather.
White Crane Fist was a type of Southern Fist. After more than three hundred years of development, it had now evolved into four different styles: Zong He, Ming He, Flying Crane, and Eating Crane.
However, the style Gu Zhao was practicing wasn't one of these four. It was an evolution of the orthodox White Crane Fist developed by his lineage, not passed down to outsiders. It focused not just on form and presence, but also on intent and the flow of qi.
