Ye Qingying watched the spot Xiaoyao had just passed, lost in thought.
Before, she had too many things hidden in her heart, affairs of state, romantic entanglements, grudges and resentments.
Although she was also very intelligent, when it came to learning martial arts, she feared she couldn't be especially focused.
But now it was different; Xiaoyao's heart was simple, devoid of anything else.
On the contrary, her heart found it easier to concentrate.
Now she learned everything very quickly, at a pace Ye Qingying had never witnessed before.
He suddenly stood up and said, "That's not bad, however, some steps are still dragging. If you could step with undivided attention, perhaps the walk could be even better."
With that, he leapt into the air.
Every step he took on the rooftops was as smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water.
Having traversed the roof, he made a stepping motion in mid-air and landed on the treetops.
