At times he furrowed his brows slightly, lost in thought; at other times his eyes brightened, as if having an epiphany. Gong Simeng rested her chin on her hand, earnestly studying the manual, occasionally exchanging glances with Shi Feiyang, with both sharing a deep dedication and exploration of martial arts.
Bai Zhi, meanwhile, studied and muttered to herself, combining her understanding of poisons and medicine with the contents of the manual, occasionally jotting down key points on paper.
Qi Meizhen sat quietly beside them, watching the three of them and occasionally offering her insights, her gaze reflecting wisdom and determination.
As the night deepened, the cold wind howled outside the tent, snowflakes softly falling, yet inside the tent, the four were absorbed in the world of martial arts, completely unaware of the passage of time. Until dawn broke, Shi Feiyang finally exhaled deeply, his eyes sparkling with excitement and joy.
