On the bluestone ground of the Martial Hall in the county town, there are scattered sweat stains left behind from practicing boxing.
Instructor Zhou Kui stood in the corridor with his arms crossed, looking at Wang the Seventh who was bowing and requesting, his brows furrowed:
"You want to learn martial arts? Look at your age, already over thirty. Your joints are stiff; I'm afraid you won't achieve anything notable."
Wang the Seventh bent even lower, cupped his fists, and spoke sincerely: "Instructor, please grant my request! I only wish to learn some skills for protecting my family."
Zhou Kui sighed and waved his hand:
"Alright, it seems you have perseverance."
"Go pay the money, ten taels a month. The entrance-level boxing techniques of the hall can be taught to you, but remember, the cultivation technique must never be transmitted to others, or your leg will be broken!"
"Understood!"
