The Qin’s martial arts training ground was one of the best in the entire River County. Because of the house of the Qin had a large enough area, plus, since the Qin’s foundation was built on martial arts, they willing to spend a lot of money on the building.
“Each of you, show some energy.” Although the injuries on Qin Lianchuan’s arm had not yet healed, he did show a good spirit. In the entire Qin residence, he had felt a wave of dynamism and a sign of advancement.
"After lunch, Young Master will come to check on us. If you don't want to leave a wrong impression, then stay energetic.”
While Qin Lianchuan was leading the team, he shouted: “Ok, numbers!”
“One, two, three…”
“Sixty…”
“Ninety-nine…” When the last one called out, it was ninety-nine.
