Before they knew it, another night had passed.
In the first half of the night, Li Huai, just like the day before, repeatedly practiced the seventh form of Frost Fist. He didn't know how many times he had repeated it, driven to madness, not stopping until he was completely exhausted.
But in the end, the progress was minimal compared to last night.
Li Huai knew very well that at times like this, he mustn't become impatient.
So, in the later half of the night, Li Huai found a large rock to sit cross-legged on, still as a statue.
Meditating was equivalent to sleeping; having meditated for half the night, he wouldn't need to sleep during the following day.
Xiaohui, as if knowing that Li Huai was concentrating and should not be disturbed, either lay in its little nest under the cliff or ran around the surroundings. It was guarding against any unwelcome visitors so as not to disturb Li Huai, acting just like a protector.
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Suddenly, Xiaohui barked several times.
