Xu Wuyi paused, his gaze sweeping over the entire hall once more.
"Before I officially begin, I'd like to ask everyone a question."
The hall fell silent. Every student held their breath, their attention focused.
"Why do you practice Martial Arts?"
The question was simple, yet it stunned many of the students.
'Why do I practice Martial Arts?'
They might have considered this question when they first set foot on the path of Martial Arts, but as time passed, with the daily grind of training, assessments, and competition, many had forgotten their original answer.
Xu Wuyi didn't rush them, waiting quietly.
A few seconds later, a student raised their hand.
Xu Wuyi nodded for them to speak.
It was a young man in the front row. He stood up, his voice a little nervous. "To become stronger. To become a respected Martial Artist."
"Very good," Xu Wuyi said. "Anyone else?"
Another student raised their hand. "To protect the people I want to protect."
