Five days later, the bell rang, and Dean Tang Luo came to the quiet room once again.
Sunken cheeks and dry, peeling lips — several days without food or drink had weakened Feng Shixing, who was once sturdy as a tiger or leopard, yet his eyes had become all the more spirited.
"Have you thought it through?"
Tang Luo settled down opposite Feng Shixing and asked gently.
"I have made it clear."
In his hoarse and dry voice was an indescribable determination: "These past days, I've been pondering over what has allowed me to maintain my daily practice relentlessly for over thirty years, braving the severe cold of winter and the scorching heat of summer, never once slacking off. Only now have I come to a realization — it is my love, my love for boxing, martial arts, fighting with others, and distinguishing victory from defeat. If there's gain in win or loss, all the better."
