Dusk enveloped everything, and a swathe of sunset clouds stretched across the sky and rivers.
In an old temple, a monk, a young man, and a little snake sat facing each other in a standoff.
The little snake attempted to escape several times but was caught by the young man each time. The young man flung the snake about until it was dizzy, and at last, the snake no longer ran, coiling obediently in place.
"Sigh," the monk exhaled, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but those few moves are simply beyond you. Even if you learned them, you'd only get the form, not the power."
"You haven't even taught me and you already know I can't learn?"
"Do you have inner strength?"
"No."
"Can you perform lightness skills?"
"No."
"There you have it. That set of fist techniques can only exhibit its power when wielded by someone with deep inner strength."
Gu Jiao picked up the little snake.
The monk's expression changed and he reached out his hand, "Hold on! I haven't finished speaking!"
