The twelve of them, upon hearing this, didn't bother to joke around; they quickly turned and dashed toward the entrance.
"Miss! You're here!" An Zhifeng spotted the slender figure standing at the entrance of the training area from afar and couldn't help but grin foolishly. The hard man who shed blood but not tears on the usual training ground became an utterly foolish boy in front of An Yiqing.
"You've worked hard."
An Yiqing looked at the twelve people in front of her with a smile. Compared to the first time she saw them, they had grown much stronger. If An Zhifeng and his companions seemed like boys not yet free of immaturity when they first met, and like young men with the sharpness of a treasured sword the first time she saw them after they joined "Red Thorn", they had now completely transformed into a group of iron-willed men.
