At the same time, if Meng Chuan were present, he would notice.
Yang Yuelian, through the clarity in her battle heart, deliberately induced an "epiphany" and learned various techniques.
It's almost like retracing his path...
Of course, a master guides the way, but cultivation depends on the individual.
The methods have been learned, but whether they can be fully comprehended is another matter...
Armor donned, gun in hand.
Yang Yuelian headed to the massive Martial Arts Dojo on the hotel's top floor to begin training.
As the city lights went out, during each adjustment of her breath, she pondered:
"What exactly did he comprehend in front of Xiang King's Tomb?"
She was utterly baffled.
After the stone giant was dissolved, she too sat quietly on the tombstone for a long time but gained nothing.
The sound of gunfire and low shouts continued until deep night, and Yang Yuelian stood with her gun, suddenly recalling the promise she made to Meng Chuan.
