When I returned to Hong Kong, the starting point of my journey of exploration, in front of those masters, I felt the emptiness of perfect technique, soulless. But now, my friend, do you know what I discovered that day?
A true master is not about perfection, but about honest expression. You see emotional content, not just deeply feeling it, but allowing the true self to flow freely and unimpeded. That day in Hong Kong, I stopped my demonstration halfway through, looked at the masters, and did something unprecedented—I threw away the planned routine. What I showed them was not my technique, but
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