The clear sky was now a bit gloomy, and the sun at three poles above was not yet intense. The delicate sunlight shone on the lotus pond, making it appear exceptionally enchanting and refreshing. A gentle breeze brushed past, swaying the lotus leaves and rippling the tranquil water.
If Zhang Xiaohua were here, he would probably love such a beautiful scene. Unfortunately, he was missing out on this fine weather and beautiful scenery.
Zhang Xiaohua asked Zhang Chengyue a question.
Zhang Chengyue neither agreed nor disagreed, only sitting quietly behind the desk, seemingly a bit tired of Zhang Xiaohua's talkativeness.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua didn't say anything more. He focused his spirit in the somewhat dim yet brightly lit martial arts training field and started practicing the Beidou Divine Fist from beginning to end.
