A dreamless night.
At the hour of Yin, dawn was just breaking.
It was the perfect time for martial arts practice and physical training.
As soon as Lu Chenzhou woke up, he made straight for Fangshan.
In front of Tiger Garden, there wasn't a soul; the Black Tiger was dozing with half-lidded eyes.
But its eyes never fully closed, as if waiting for something.
Soon, Lu Chenzhou's figure appeared.
The Black Tiger knew—this monkey is here again!
"Brother Tiger, without your help, I couldn't have reached this level in Black Tiger Fist within a month. I left in a hurry yesterday and forgot to thank you."
Lu Chenzhou muttered to himself.
After spending so long together, even the Black Tiger seemed to have sharp brows and bright eyes in his view.
"Owoo!"
The Black Tiger let out a low growl.
Lu Chenzhou tried hard to recall that moment of inspiration he had before, but that feeling wouldn't come. He practiced his fist technique on the spot for an hour, then went down the mountain.
