「A few days later.」
The early morning mist had yet to disperse.
Wang Xi stood in the courtyard, assuming his stance, his form as steady as a pine tree. The wind from his fists would suddenly crack like thunder, then flow like a ceaseless river. The fluttering of his sleeves kicked up the fallen leaves on the ground, creating a whirlwind around him.
His Senior Brother Yu Ruiyang, Junior Sister Huo Qiao'Er, and Senior Sister Huo Silin watched quietly from the side, their eyes filled with astonishment.
WHOOSH—
Wang Xi swung his right arm sideways twice, a shake and a flip, then brought both palms down. The motion was like a calligrapher's final, powerful stroke, and the whirlwind of leaves surrounding him instantly scattered.
