"What's going on here?"
Old man Xu looked at the mess in Zhong Lin's house, somewhat dumbfounded.
Just yesterday, the house was perfectly fine. Now it looks like a disaster has struck.
"I was practicing martial arts last night and this happened by accident."
Zhong Lin replied casually and openly.
Old man Xu instantly got so angry that his qi-blood surged, and he shouted angrily, "Couldn't you practice outside? The courtyard is so big, why did you have to practice inside the house?"
"You just don't understand!"
Zhong Lin feigned disdain and said, "Martial Artists don't just practice moving skills; at a certain level, they start practicing stillness skills."
"Are you taking advantage of the fact that I don't practice martial arts? Middle Third Grade Martial Artists typically practice Pile Skill, refining qi-blood, which wouldn't cause such a big fuss. I think you, kid..."
