Walking on the road, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't stop thinking about this question - why did the feeling appear and disappear?
Until late at night, Zhang Xiaohua slept soundly, without finding the answer to this question.
It was another early morning, and Zhang Xiaohua arrived at the clearing in the woods ahead of time. He practiced his left-handed sword for a while. Now, the warmth in his left arm appeared every time he practiced, but he never used the tree branch to stab the big tree. Zhang Xiaohua thought that this warmth might be beneficial to him. Afterward, he practiced his right-handed sword. Zhang Xiaohua felt that after practicing for several days, his right hand seemed a little more flexible, but he wasn't sure if that was the case.
When he finished practicing the sword skill, Zhang Xiaohua began practicing his Beidou Divine Fist.
