While Rouxi, Xueyao, and Isabel chatted animatedly, sharing laughter and playful banter with little Lingxi, Qingyi was enduring a grueling training regimen.
For the past few days, all he had done was tirelessly train his Spatial Qi, on top of accompanying Bai Hu Lie and the chubby Xiaohu in their own training sessions.
This time, it fell to the fattie—now much less chubby—to sit beside his adoptive father and watch Qingyi and Bai Hu Lie exchange blows.
Violent booms tore through the air with every clash of fists, each impact reverberating across the training field like rolling thunder.
The enormous white tiger and the young dragon lunged at each other relentlessly, their fists carving through the wind in strikes so swift the naked eye could barely follow them.
The very atmosphere around them boiled and warped, unable to withstand the pressure radiating from their bodies.
