August 15th, Prince Wei's Mansion.
In this alternate world of the Great Song Dynasty, there was no concept of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Chen Mo had no intention of creating any ceremonial atmosphere.
In one of the training grounds in the backyard.
Chen Mo was stretching his joints, elongating his muscles, using his arms to form a horizontal and vertical curve, and utilizing rigid internal strength qi to clear the meridians throughout his body, with his legs in a horse step, like a crouching tiger, exuding strength and power.
His body was heating up, a stream of warmth flowing through his flesh, similar to a drought welcoming the first rainfall, where the parched earth greedily absorbed the raindrops.
[Vajra Skill, recorded.]
With the system's prompt sound ringing out, Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, "Is this even possible?"
