After dinner that night, the shorty left, floating away into the night air with her usual casual arrogance. Yu Xuan bid his sister goodbye warmly, and then, too exhausted to say much more, simply excused himself and stumbled off to sleep as soon as her arrived at his cottage.
And then, in what felt like the blink of an eye — a full week passed.
Yu Xuan's days became a cycle of nothing but training. Every morning and every night, he sparred with Lingluo and the shorty, enduring her merciless lessons. Sometimes, she even brought other disciples to fight against them, most of them at the Nascent Soul stage.
At first, Yu Xuan was shaken. These disciples weren't weak in the slightest.
Their foundations were solid, their combat instincts sharp. When Yu Xuan had once fought Ye Chen, he had been disappointed, thinking Nascent Soul amounted to no more than that.
But after facing these opponents, he realized how wrong he had been. Each disciple was a monster in their own right.
