With every punch, every step, they mobilized every muscle in their bodies, compressing the surging Qi Blood in their meridians, attempting to quickly refine and absorb the Qi Blood Crystal in their mouths.
The movements could not stop, and they must remain precise!
Because right next to them, not far away.
Jiang Wei sat quietly on a rattan leisure chair.
She had changed into a plain white set of training clothes for home, her fiery red hair casually tied up, with a few strands hanging down beside her neck.
Moonlight and the light filtering through the villa window intermingled on her body, outlining an exquisite and cold silhouette.
In her hands, she held a cup of steaming hot tea.
Her clear red eyes seemed to casually fall on Lv Chen and Old Qiao.
The gaze was calm and unruffled.
However, just as Old Qiao was tired and his back foot slightly lifted, causing a slight deformation in his action during a lunge punch...
Chii!
