BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
In the courtyard, an eight-year-old boy was practicing a Fist Technique.
With every punch, he unleashed a thunderous crack.
His stance was steady and powerful. His Fist Technique was grand and sweeping, yet fluid as flowing water—even pleasing to the eye.
Zhou Ruoxi sat in the courtyard sewing clothes for her child. From time to time, she would look up to watch Mo'er practice his forms.
The young mother recalled eight years ago, when her child had just been born. She had held him in her arms, and he was so very small.
But when they measured him yesterday, Mo'er was already four feet, two inches tall.
Before she knew it, Mo'er had become a little man.
Standing to the side, Cuicui was also somewhat mesmerized watching her young master practice.
Cuicui thought that when the young master grew up, he would surely be tall and handsome. 'Countless girls will fall for him!'
"Excuse me, is the Fifth Madam present?"
