Lin Hui closed the Blood Seal, stood up, and resheathed the Ruyi at his waist.
Stepping out of the inner room, he saw the sky outside was dim, with a thin mist faintly pervading the air.
A few crows stood in a row on the training ground wall, preening their glossy black feathers while staring down at the group of students practicing their Swordsmanship below.
Lin Hui had recently hired someone to build a row of small wooden cabins by the training ground, serving as a place for the students to rest and take shelter from the elements.
After all, they needed a place to nap when they grew tired from sword practice. He was renovating this place according to the standards of Qingfeng Temple.
The dojo now had over thirty disciples. Aside from the ten in Rough Martial Arts, the rest were all in Refined Martial Arts.
The annual tuition fees paid by these Refined Martial Arts students were the primary source of funding that supported the dojo.
