"Who are you planning to fight with?"
As Xiangning looked at the man whose mask of laughter almost came undone, she spoke somewhat indignantly, "Why are you always laughing? Isn't martial arts all about fighting? The name 'Ba Duan Jin' sounds really powerful, but I don't know if it's too late for me to learn it at this age."
Lingxiao saw her utter seriousness and, suppressing his laughter, replied, "It's not too late. We'll practice Ba Duan Jin tomorrow morning before sunrise, in the courtyard facing the first rays of dawn. It'll be twice as effective."
Zuo Xiangning also felt her body was too weak, getting sick at the slightest thing. Each illness came on strong, and several times she thought she might die again.
This just couldn't continue.
"Fine, let's practice tomorrow morning," Zuo Xiangning nodded in agreement.
Returning to her room, she lazily sprawled onto the warm quilt.
