"Extra practice yields results only with sufficient rest as its foundation," Lin Xin mentioned again, but seeing the little fellow was not taking it in, he held his peace.
Under the moonlit night, Ma Jingxuan's sweat poured like rain as she repeated a set of Sword Technique over and over again. Despite extreme proficiency, she was meticulous with no trace of laxness.
Another hour passed by.
Ma Jingxuan paused briefly to rest, then the servants prepared a strong acidic recovery solution for her to soak in for the duration of an incense stick, soon after she returned, ready to resume.
"How is the Realm divided within the Kunlin Sword Sect?" Lin Xin suddenly asked. "Come, come, sit with me and let's chat for a while."
Ma Jingxuan originally didn't want to go over, but she felt compelled by Lin Xin's voice, which seemed to have a magical power that bizarrely made her body want to relax.
