Although Xiang Yu found the old man a bit strange, he didn't think much of it.
A few hurried days passed again. Every morning, students coming and going could see, not far from the main gate on the lawn, two people slowly practicing tai chi.
At first, Xiang Yu's movements were quite stiff, but gradually he grasped the essentials.
"Your mind is not at peace," the old man said casually as he performed the movements slowly.
Xiang Yu followed the same movements slowly and replied, "No, I feel good now."
"Living requires a goal. Some live for money, others for power. What about you?" the old man asked.
"I live without meaning, just to idle away my time," Xiang Yu replied indifferently.
"Wrong. There is unresolved hatred in your heart, I can see it in your eyes."
"You're mistaken. I just want to live an ordinary life, and I'm gradually transitioning to that."
"Do you think that's possible?"
