Four months quietly passed.
Chop! Chop! Chop!
The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board at a uniform speed kept sounding.
Yu Niang was standing in front of the stove, preparing to cook.
Seven to eight meters behind her, Han Zhao was sitting cross-legged on the bed. His eyes were naturally closed, and his hands kept punching in the air.
After an unknown period of time, the fragrance of the food reached Han Zhao's nose.
His fists turned pitch-black. After punching again, he opened his eyes.
[The proficiency of the Barehanded Martial Saint has increased. The aptitude of palm techniques, fist techniques, and leg techniques has increased by five times. The aptitude of finger techniques and claw techniques has increased by four times…]
"After the leg technique and palm technique, the aptitude of my fist technique has also increased. I'm just short of finger and claw techniques."
