Day by day, time passed.
Regardless of day or night, one could always see Qin Yunyue, Xiao Ling, Li Qing, Qin Zimo, Yuan Yuxi, and others practicing martial arts.
Li Qing became increasingly proficient in the Wukong Fist. Under the moonlight, he leapt onto a century-old cypress, standing on a slender branch, punching as swiftly as the wind, with an agile figure, yet he would not fall from the height, moving gracefully and freely like the Monkey King.
Also, when Qin Zimo practiced the Meteor Sword Skill, the courtyard often filled with sword light, the sharp swordsmanship resembling meteors streaking across the sky.
Qin Zimo had already brought out the utmost speed of the Meteor Sword Skill.
Of course, Lin Fei knew that the essence of this Meteor Sword Skill was not just speed; its realms to comprehend and master were vast and profound, which Qin Zimo couldn't yet grasp with his current abilities.
Qin Yunyue and Xie Wenbo were practicing the Wind and Cloud Fist.
