Yongning City. Haoyue Martial Arts Hall.
"That last punch was a little high. Keep it lower."
Zhao Lin was instructing an apprentice around his own age in fist practice, explaining the moves as he demonstrated them.
"Watch closely... Keep your fist low, hold back your strength a bit, and make it an empty stance. Don't plant your foot, so it's easier to link to the next move."
The apprentice followed Zhao Lin's instructions and tried again. He found his movements were much smoother and said with a face full of admiration, "Instructor Zhao, you're amazing. You pinpointed the problem right away. No wonder I always felt awkward whenever I got to this part."
"Of course he is. Instructor Zhao is a disciple of the Xingyun Sect's Wuxiang Institute. He can see the root of the problem at a glance."
Another, more mature-looking apprentice chimed in.
