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Another month.
Under the Peach Blossom Tree.
In front of Yulan, there's a freshly roasted slab of meat, which she seems rather reluctant to eat.
Nevertheless, she scrunches her face and forces herself to swallow it bit by bit.
Not until the entire slab of meat is consumed.
Her fair skin is as if it was dyed with a layer of red pigment, turning completely red. There's also a trace of white steam emerging from her back.
"Ha!"
Yulan quickly gathers her energy and performs a set of martial arts moves.
It is as if a stream of energy is flowing under her clothes like a little mouse, quickly connecting the acupoints and circulations of her Qi and blood.
"Bone-Melting Palm!"
Yulan shouts and strikes towards the Ghost Tiger next to her.
The Ghost Tiger doesn't even lift its eyelids.
It allows Yulan's small palm to land on its soft belly.
The black fur reveals a breeze, while the belly quivers like waves, seemingly absorbing the force of Yulan's palm.
