"Hey, brother, up so early?"
At the northern part of the city, before dawn had broken, Weichi Feihu had risen early to practice swordplay at the Martial Arts Field.
He had been soundly beaten the day before. One reason was that the man called Di Yun indeed had excellent sword skills, and the second was that he had not used his Bloodline Power. Using ordinary strength to wield a weapon felt awkward, and he believed that if he could get used to the strength without relying on Bloodline Power now, he might not necessarily lose in a rematch against Di Yun.
Yet, he didn't expect that he, who had risen early, would encounter someone who had risen even earlier.
Several burly men followed behind Di Yun, who, because it was time for morning exercises, had their upper bodies exposed, revealing muscles that exuded a raw, masculine energy. Weichi Feihu curiously observed them, remembering that Di Yun mentioned the day before that he was already well into his thirties.
