10 o'clock at night.
After finishing several sets of punches, Meng Chuan settled his breath, with white mist-like qi blood steaming from his body.
This surrounding qi blood is precisely a manifestation of his strong qi and blood.
Once stimulated, it gathers like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, surging in a rush.
After adjusting his breath for a moment, he habitually touched the back of his neck, missing the soothing hot springs of the Northern United University's dormitory that relaxed his muscles and bones, feeling quite uncomfortable without them.
"Alas, it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality..."
Meng Chuan mocked himself with two chuckles, picked up his coat, and headed towards his master's house.
Inside the Martial Arts Chamber.
Luo Guanyun looked at his disciple, whose fist skills were solid, and said with satisfaction:
