"It's good enough that there was someone to teach at that time. You old thing, don't know what's good for you."
"Alright, alright, stop arguing..." An old lady dressed in a white Tai Chi uniform, with kindly features and a smiling face, looked at Elder Sima, "Teacher Sima, are you coming back tomorrow?"
Elder Sima pondered slightly, "I'll be staying here for a few days."
"That's wonderful, do teach us well when the time comes."
An old man said enthusiastically and excitedly.
Gu Qiaoqiao and Xiao Wen exchanged smiles. Gu Qiaoqiao knew that the Tai Chi set practiced by Elder Sima was no ordinary one.
She did not understand the routines of the martial arts, but she saw every move was like a needle wrapped in cotton, gentle yet firm, causing the air around him to subtly distort, flowing like water.
Others naturally couldn't see this.
But Gu Qiaoqiao could see it clearly. Because of this aura, his Tai Chi set instilled a sense of respect and submission in the others.
