Chen Tang chatted with the fat old man for a while, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.
Last night, his saber was cut by a flying sword, leaving only a broken saber.
Chen Tang held the broken saber, practicing Burning Wood Saber in the room for half an hour.
The guest room had limited space; practicing the saber wasn't affected, but practicing fists would be difficult.
Chen Tang went downstairs, arriving at the open ground in the inn's courtyard, and started practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist.
This kind of cultivation had become his daily routine and he was long used to it.
At this hour, most people in the inn were already awake. Some came to the backyard and saw Chen Tang practicing, slightly surprised.
Soon, a crowd gathered both upstairs and downstairs in the courtyard.
Many people from Changze County were among them.
Chen Tang seemed oblivious, continuing his practice.
The sixteen movements of Tiger Subduing Fist were almost universally known, nothing special.
