Zhu Ju practiced slowly in the Martial Arts Arena, rehearsing the seventeen stances of the Giant Spirit Fist over and over.
Lu Qianqian opened her mouth, then closed it again, holding her tongue.
'The stances of the Giant Spirit Fist are meant to be fierce and powerful,' she thought, 'relying on overwhelming momentum to crush an opponent. Practicing so slowly goes against the technique's fundamental principles. It won't have any effect.'
But then she recalled her father's instructions and swallowed her words, forcing herself to endure the sight.
'Zhu Ju has been coddled since he was a child. He avoids martial arts simply because he dislikes them. People like him are used to being praised. If you contradict him, he'll surely be displeased. And you must never, ever scold him.'
'Praise him, flatter him, treat him like a child. We can make a good bit of money from him every month.'
