Although Tang Huoyang acted carefree, having his cover blown by Teacher Chang to his face, he was, admittedly, a bit taken aback.
So after lunch, he greeted Pei Jinye and made an early exit.
It was past four in the afternoon.
In front of the ironwood stakes on the back mountain.
Pei Jinye was relentlessly practicing, the "thud, thud, thud" of dull, powerful sounds filled the air.
The sound attracted the attention of the association's trainees who came by, and what they saw made their hearts skip a beat.
"Damn, that's frightening. When did the association get ironwood stakes?"
"I heard they were left by a senior from a few terms ago. I haven't been to the back hill for a long time, I didn't expect it to become so desolate."
"Who's that practicing Power Practice?"
"That's Pei Jinye, don't you know? He was our junior, but just a few days ago, Teacher Chang made an exception and accepted him into the Inhouse, we have to call him senior now."
