The winter sun was bright, scattering like flecks of gold across the courtyard, filling it with a gentle warmth.
The crabapple tree had shed all its leaves. Its bare branches reached out diagonally, casting faint, ink-like shadows on the mottled wall.
A light breeze rustled the slender branches, making it seem as if the tree itself were dozing lazily in the balmy air.
Zhao Tianxing held a Long Saber, swinging it with a WHOOSH as he practiced the forms of the Ninefold Thunder Shock Saber.
"Faster!"
"Faster still!"
"Too slow!"
Cao Feng, seated on a chair in the corridor, urged him on at the top of his lungs, "Can't you feel that searing heat roasting your flesh and bones?"
"That's the medicinal power of the 'great medicine' you just ate! You have to circulate your qi and invigorate your blood with all your might to guide that power and absorb it into your body!"
