Yue Hongling pursed her lips, then broke into laughter.0

They’d all learned the same technique, but they each walked a unique path, and they were adapting it to their own understanding. That, Yue Hongling realized, was what Ye Wuzong meant by “grasping the essence.”0

“I really needed this to complement my movement art,” she said with a grin. “My movements used to be too direct and rigid. I think I’ll call this the Lingering Sunset Movement Art. What about you? What are you going to call yours? The Womanizer’s Movement Art?”0

Zhao Changhe replied, “I’m not too interested in naming things. Even my fist art doesn’t have a proper name yet. Sometimes, I think Old Xia’s way of calling his move something like My Fist is a pretty good idea—it’s simple, even if it’s a bit childish.”0

“That’s probably because neither of you have any intention of passing it down,” Yue Hongling said, laughing. “If you wanted to create a legacy, you’d naturally give it a proper name. Since you’re aiming for the stars, why not base the name on that?”0

“Then I’ll call it Star Flicker,” Zhao Changhe said.0

As the words left his mouth, he vanished and reappeared in an instant, like a star flickering in and out of sight. Yue Hongling watched, amused. “But aren’t you learning wind...0