The lingering glow of the setting sun fell upon the open space at the doorway, where flying dust gently danced in the breeze. Amidst that dancing dust, Shen Xuan's martial soul was at its last gasp.
He managed to raise a finger and point at Jiang Ning. "This is not Tai Chi at all!"
He was in too much pain—not just physical pain, but heart pain even more!
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