「The next morning.」
On the rooftop of an old residential building, under the warm winter sun, Rong Taotao and Gao Lingwei were sparring fiercely, each wielding a Heaven-piercing Halberd.
The thick snow was kicked up into a flurry, glittering beautifully in the sunlight.
Rong Yang sat on the stone railing from a distance, watching the two of them practice seriously.
At this moment, he had to admit that even though Rong Taotao and Gao Lingwei's Soul Power levels were somewhat lacking and their Soul Technique levels had just barely passed, their Martial Arts were truly something to behold.
When it came to their skill with the Heaven-piercing Halberd, Rong Yang found he couldn't watch this match as an instructor. He was more like a spectator.
The saying "different fields are separated by mountains" was true. Even though they were all martial artists, their weapons, styles, and techniques were different. Rong Yang really had no right to comment.
