Extreme Fist Sect, Martial Arts Arena.
"Junior Sister, your posture is incorrect, let me teach you. Tighten here, stand up straight here..."
"Senior Brother, I feel it, I feel it!"
Jia Hong, dressed in a blue robe with long hair draped over her shoulders, had a delighted expression on her beautiful face.
On the other side, the inner disciple Zhou Yang was captivated by her beauty, staring fixedly at Jia Hong's fair face, unwilling to look away.
"I feel like in another two days, I can fully master the school's Breathing Technique," Jia Hong said happily. "By then, I must go to Zhihai Tower to treat Senior Brother to a meal, to repay the kindness of these days of teaching."
Mastering the Breathing Technique meant that the rest was just a matter of time and effort, equivalent to having one foot in the door of becoming a Martial Artist, how could she not be excited.
