The cool breeze wafted the earthy fragrance, startling the dew on the eaves to fall, hitting the bright begonias on the steps, the petals withered, and water traces meandered on the ground.
Yu Tingwan pushed the window open.
She saw Tan Jiang practicing boxing in the courtyard, with a sudden punch of wind, power accumulating within gentleness.
As her steps changed, a sweeping leg turn sent the accumulated water on the blue tiles splashing into a three-foot silver curtain.
Seeing this, Yu Tingwan clapped enthusiastically: "Good!"
Tan Jiang, unused to praise, performed even more vigorously. She was eager to show Yu Tingwan her prowess!
She performed several backflips, and her fist chopped straight down on a wooden stake. With a crack, the stake split, splinters flying.
This kind of display was a piece of cake for the Wei Family Army.
But Yu Tingwan had never seen it!
Everyone said Wei Zhao was skilled in martial arts, but Wei Zhao had never chopped a wooden stake!
