The mountain wind carried fine rain into the pavilion, bringing a refreshing coolness.
The pines and cypresses outside swayed gently in the wind and rain, making a rustling sound, as if they were accompanying this secluded conversation.
"Martial arts have never been merely a technique for killing but a path towards 'self-awareness.'"
Shi Chengyi's voice echoed in the pavilion, clear and steady.
"Technology can give people stronger weapons, drugs can modify stronger bodies, and superpowers are heaven's bestowed authority."
"But these are all external. After relying on external things for too long, people will become lost, dependent, and forget who they truly are."
He said as he stepped forward, reached out, and tapped the rain-polished green stone railing, making a clear "pa" sound.
"The human body is like a vessel, and external things are the water contained inside."
