After Lin Fan had been scraped off the ground and dragged to the side by Mu Qianxue.
She then clapped her hands once, drawing attention:
"We'll now move into paired drills. Application of the form is just as important as the form itself. You can only understand a stance once you've felt it in motion."
Mu Qianxue's eyes swept across—and paused briefly on two figures.
"Hei Long. Bai Luoluo. You two, together."
Bai Luoluo blinked. "Wait—him?"
She turned her gaze to Hei Long, who was already walking toward her with his usual relaxed smile.
His hands were folded behind his back like he had all the time in the world.
"Don't hold back," Hei Long said smoothly:
"I'd like to see what you can do."
"Tch. I wasn't planning on it," Bai Luoluo replied, narrowing her eye:
"And don't go easy on me just because I'm a girl."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Hei Long responded.
They stood across from one another, circling slowly.
Mu Qianxue nodded from the front. "Begin."
