Central Hall Terrace.
Two stacks of straw dummies were placed on the steps of the terrace, clad in meticulously hung armor. A middle-aged man stood wielding a short halberd, slightly bowing, draped in a set of white armor, silently watching.
Half of his face was masked, and the exposed skin on his neck was a blackish-red hue, making for a rather terrifying sight.
Despite his fierce appearance, his tone and expression were quite humble. He stood quietly behind the boy in front of him, watching him thrust and withdraw the halberd, striking the armor pieces with resounding clangs for a full quarter of an hour before he softly said,
"Princely Heir, your learning is swift. In just two years, you've already gained quite a form."
The wooden halberd in Li Zhouwei's hands was replaced with an iron one, shorter than a normal long halberd and specially made according to his height, using lightweight spirit iron.
