As they looked at each other, Yi Yun walked out of the bunch. He crouched down in front of the big pagoda tree, broke off a branch and swallowed it down, leaves and all.
Practicing the arts wasn’t meant to be an enjoyment. It required suffering, frustration and the risking of their lives.
Not only martial arts. Yi Yun knew that on Earth, children who practiced acrobatics, dance or Judo underwent tough training. For example, a teacher would kneel on a child’s back to exert pressure. That kind of pain wasn’t something an adult could endure.
In this strange world, behind the scenes of a peerless expert was indescribable effort. Eating some wood or Guanyin clay was nothing.