The morning sun was just right.
Through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard, dappled light and shadow were cast on the ground.
A black-feathered myna in a cage hanging from the treetop let out a crisp call, adding a touch of tranquility to the small courtyard.
However, the moment Fang Cheng stood firm,
it seemed as if an invisible aura dispersed the tranquility.
His feet were shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, his back straight.
His hands hung naturally by his side, his eyes slightly closed.
A simple horse stance, yet he exhibited a demeanor of profound mastery.
It seemed as if he wasn't just standing there, but like a mountain growing from the ground, steady and solid, becoming one with the earth beneath him.
The bird calls around the courtyard had ceased at some unknown moment.
The elders sitting by the stone table unconsciously held their breaths.
