Yu Qingtan and Yan Xi wore peculiar expressions.
They recognized it as the voice of Venerable Yong Li.
Yu Qingtan wondered whether to disturb them when the voice of Rou Jia Venerable reached her ears.
"Qing Tan, come on in."
Yu Qingtan pushed open the door of the courtyard hesitantly, leading Yan Xi inside.
There, they saw Rou Jia Venerable sitting in a lounge chair, wielding a spiritual artifact-level metal hammer, her forehead beaded with sweat.
Venerable Yong Li, wearing a set of short training clothes, held a pair of huge hammers in both hands, his body covered in bruises.
The stone ground bore impressions from Venerable Yong Li's feet, evidently, the hammers were terrifyingly heavy.
After all, this was a cultivator in the Late Stage of the Golden Core.
By this time, both Venerable Yong Li and Rou Jia Venerable's faces were flushed.
