Linfeng Hall, inner courtyard.
Accompanied by the dull echoes of the wooden dummies, a dozen disciples stood in front of the scattered Wooden Dummies practicing the movement technique of Linfeng Hall.
Shen Qing was also among them.
After exterminating Wang Qiyao's entire family, he bore no psychological burden at all, acting as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to Martial Arts training.
In the dead of winter, heat steamed off Shen Qing's entire body.
To dissipate the heat, he had taken off his jacket, wearing only a newly bought cloth garment as he moved swiftly in front of the Wooden Dummy.
The bruises that had been on his shoulders, now completely healed by the medicinal strength of the Shiquan Dabu Decoction, bore no marks, but they gradually reddened under the onslaught of a new round of strikes.
Pa, pa, pa...
