He touched the two porcelain vials in his robes, which held a few Rejuvenation Pills and nine Qi Storage Pills. If the energy provided by the beast meat in his body was depleted during practice, these elixirs would come in handy.
However, his injuries hadn't healed yet, so he didn't plan on any high-intensity training. He would just take it step-by-step, using his fist practice to slowly recuperate.
"Brother Jing, not going to eat a little more?" Yang An asked with a simple, honest smile as he cleared the bowls and chopsticks.
"I've had enough, Brother. I'm off to the Martial Arts Hall," Yang Jing said, wiping his mouth. He gathered his things, grabbed his cloth bag, and walked out the door.
About fifteen minutes later.
Yang Jing arrived at Sun's Martial Arts Hall in Chengping Square.
