Luo Zheng watched the departing captain's retreating figure, filled with gratitude, stood tall and saluted solemnly, his gaze firm and his movements forceful. He then sat down to continue chopping firewood, his eyes clear and his expression resolute, each chop gathering all his energy and spirit. His mind focused solely on the texture of the firewood in his hands, his knife strokes swift like the wind, cutting through the barrier of space with a faint sound of sonic boom, striking with precision.
With a crack, the firewood split into two halves. Luo Zheng stared in amazement at the wood lying on the ground—it had not occurred to him that he could actually achieve this. Overjoyed, he was even more resolved in his training methods. He hastily picked up another piece of wood and, recalling the sensation from before, chopped again, only to find the military dagger stuck in the wood. Undeterred, Luo Zheng pulled out the dagger and continued chopping.
