"Hold the horse stance steady!"
"Don't stand too rigidly, you should feel like you're riding a horse, treading on a long boat."
"All muscles in the body, especially those in the legs, should naturally extend and contract..."
Huang Tianxiang adjusts his stance, but Li Jing still gently shakes his head, showing a look of frustration that conveys his disappointment:
"It's wrong!"
"Your stance is still incorrect!"
"With such a stance, you're merely using brute force, completely missing the subtlety of the horse stance!"
"Fool!"
"You are truly foolish!"
"I thought you were a genius, but compared to my son Nezha, you're far behind!"
Thinking of Nezha, the corners of Li Jing's mouth curl up slightly, a proud look crossing his face.
Though both are geniuses, Huang Tianxiang's comprehension and talent are much less than Nezha's. Because of this, Li Jing often uses Nezha to embarrass and suppress Huang Tianxiang, much to Huang Tianxiang's frustration and helplessness.
