Smoothing out the emotions stirred by the slaughter in his heart, Liang Hui focused most of his attention on the red aurora.
With every minute, every second, his boxing techniques were being perfected, his foundation was getting stronger.
Gradually, the young man reached out with both hands, his fingers and palms constantly changing, waving.
Threads of white airflow, like ribbons, swirled and circled between his fingers.
He was verifying the boxing techniques in his heart.
Time passed, and before he knew it, a day and night had gone by.
During this time, apart from the necessary eating, resting, and killing of intruders,
Liang Hui had been observing the formation of the secret treasure, gaining insights from it.
Suddenly, the brows of the boy seated cross-legged on the ground furrowed slightly.
Two familiar auras appeared in his perception, rapidly closing in on him.
"Tai Yi?"
"To have such martial power, it must be you."
