Boom!
In the backyard of the house.
The air current spun, and dead leaves danced.
In the open space, Luo Qingzhou threw a heavy punch. Strong winds whistled as he practiced the Thunder Fist slowly before gradually increasing his speed.
In the past, he did not come here to cultivate. Firstly, he was afraid that he would hurt the flowers and plants and leave too obvious a mark. Secondly, he was afraid that when he was focused on cultivating, he would not be able to hear someone knocking on the front courtyard door.
There was nothing he could do today.
Tonight, his mother-in-law and the rest of the Qin family were going to Moonlight Rain Court. In the afternoon, the maidservants would probably start heading to the garden to prepare.
He could not go there to cultivate anymore.
The front yard was not suitable either.
The commotion caused by practicing the Thunder Fist was too loud. Anyone who passed by could hear it.
