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The sun rose in the east.
Ye Qiu's chest emitted a thunderous roar as if a dragon was born. He slowly ended his practice, and the sound gradually faded. His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two beams of lightning towards the distance.
Bai Xiong cast an envious look, also sitting nearby cultivating but without the dramatic effects of Ye Qiu.
He sighed inwardly, perhaps this was the difference between a warrior forged by technology and one who solely relied on personal cultivation.
The early morning was the best time for martial training, which Ye Qiu adhered to daily without fail, regardless of the cold winter or the scorching summer, maintaining this habit.
