The time was early February, the start of spring.
The residual cold had not yet dissipated, and the people on the streets were still dressed in thick clothing, but the waters of Lanjiang had already thawed, flowing gently into the distance.
By the riverside sat two small stools, but only Jiang He was seated, her hand gripping a fishing rod, silently waiting for the fish to bite.
Xu Qing stood not too far away, waving his arms and kicking his legs, occasionally letting out a loud shout, stomping down hard.
Stomping could enhance the strength of the legs and feet, and with long-term practice, it would increase the lethality of the legs, while vocal exhalation trained lung capacity and could also intimidate the enemy.
One cultivates internal energy, and the external body, muscles, and skin.
"You're scaring away my fish."
Jiang He was displeased with his proximity and waved to shoo him away:
"Go further away."
"I'm almost done... Ha!"
