Within the Purple Cloud Palace, there is a rather large ground entirely paved with bluestone bricks, now covered with weathering and grooves over the years.
Wang Longhu stood among the crowd, observing the innermost area of the ground.
He saw two groups of people engaged in friendly exchange, one group dressed in long robes like the Daoists, evidently local Wudang Daoists.
The other group wore Japanese kimonos, most of them short and robust, with wooden clogs on their feet, obviously Japanese martial artists.
"Daoist Liu Feng, I haven't seen you in years, your vital spirit seems much more vigorous."
"Likewise, Mr. Mishima, your practice of extraordinary points is so full, it seems that in these few years, your inner power has refined again. With your talent, you might become your country's grandmaster within five years."
"Daoist Liu Feng, you're too kind."
