Song Cheng climbed onto the roof, his footsteps causing the tiles to rustle. Though the two women in the courtyard were practicing their swordplay, they glanced up and happened to see him release a sparrow.
The youth's concealed black belt and unkempt black hair danced in the wind, like scorching black flames, while his once pale complexion only accentuated the delicacy of his features.
Song Cheng's growing vitality did not bring about any physical changes.
He remained as slender as ever—perhaps mere taking off his clothes would reveal a physique tightly packed with explosive power.
Strength, force, and form were all internal matters. Though they might reflect in a change of physique, it wasn't inevitable.
Bigger wasn't necessarily stronger.
At least, that's how Song Cheng felt.
