Chen Jiayu stood before the mural, his White Jade Folding Fan long since put away.
His eyes, which usually held a gentle smile, now scanned the hundreds, even thousands, of small figures on the wall with unprecedented focus.
He drew upon the Chen Family's profound legacy and the solid foundation built from his extensive reading since childhood.
In his mind, he was rapidly classifying, summarizing, and integrating the movements of the mural figures according to different Martial Arts Factions!
His brain was now like a high-speed, precision instrument, constantly filtering, eliminating, and reorganizing...
A moment later, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He seemed to have found his answer.
He walked slowly onto the circular platform, gave the crowd a small smile, and then his body moved, unleashing a Palm Technique as smooth as flowing water.
