In another corner of the front courtyard, Lin Yue was also practicing the Mountain-Shattering Fist.
His stances were still standard, and his fists carried a certain ferocity. But the nearby Inner Strength masters, Xu Hong and Qi Yun, could both see that his Inner Strength was circulating weakly. A nearly imperceptible sluggishness marred the transitions between his moves. He lacked his usual composure, appearing somewhat disorganized instead.
BANG!
He threw a punch at a wooden stake, but the force was slightly off, leaving only a shallow dent in the wood.
Lin Yue abruptly pulled back his fist, his brows knitted tightly. The turmoil in his heart was a tangled mess he couldn't seem to sort out.
His mind was completely consumed by last night's banquet.
It was a banquet hosted by Xiao Wenxuan, the third son of the Xiao Family—one of the six great families in Yuhe County. All the attendees were prominent young talents from around the county.
