Hiroshima... Muto's residence.
Compared to the mansions of other high-ranking officials, Muto's residence exuded a certain elegance.
The artificial mountain stream flows gently, bamboo pipes fill and pour water into the pool, accompanied by a tinkling sound. A house built with the most primitive wood, even the windows on the doors are covered with paper.
And at this moment, Lingze was in Muto's residence, fully focused on learning the essence of Muto's lifetime of martial arts.
His agile figure, fierce attacks, and increasingly proficient toothpick ejection. Evidently, Lingze's power has been rapidly growing in this short time.
"Master, how do you think my moves were just now?"
"Hmm? Very good. Your talent can be considered first-rate. To comprehend my Six Extremes Palm Technique within just a week, with further practice, you will surely surpass me in the future." Muto didn't expect Lingze to have such astonishing talent.
