"Just a little bit more."
Shen Qing felt an urgency in his push for strength, unwilling to waste any time as he glanced at the information on the Water Ink Panel within his sight.
He noticed that it was still early, and there wasn't much pressing business at the Guardian Martial Department Office at the moment, so he left the Military Department Office and mounted his horse.
With a crisp crack of the whip, the horse beneath him shot forward like an arrow from a bow, carrying him towards a valley outside the city amidst neighs and whinnies.
In the past four or five months, he often patrolled the area, and after each patrol, he would hunt with a regular bow and arrow to hone his skill.
After all these days, he had thoroughly explored the mountains outside the city.
Among them, he found several places quite suitable for martial masters to train.
Shen Qing rode out of the city, and before long, a tranquil and profound gorge appeared before his eyes.
