"Hand, steady!"
Lin Zhen Nan casually lifted his arm, the spear shaft in his hand knocking not too lightly nor heavily against Lin Su's wrist, and then he resumed the same posture as Lin Su, squatting in a horse stance, one hand behind his back, the other raising the end of the spear shaft so the entire spear remained horizontal.
"Weapons are extensions of the body," Lin Zhen Nan said solemnly. "Therefore, to master spear techniques, the first step is to stabilize, to make the spear in your hand a part of your body."
"Only when stillness and motion follow the heart can the spear strike and defeat the enemy!"
Lin Zhen Nan's voice was firm and powerful, his breath deep in his dantian. Even as he spoke, the spear in his hand did not tremble at all, its tip as if nailed into the void.
By contrast, standing beside Lin Zhen Nan, Lin Su, although trying his best to control the spear in his hand, for some reason, the spear tip trembled even more violently due to his excessive force.