The pattern looked somewhat familiar…
After the stone throwing practice, Gu Xiang who is worried that he might be too exhausted to get up the next day told him to rest for a while before returning.
After he entered the Flying Opera Group, he went up to the top floor and sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing.
Afterward, he stood up again and resumed holding a horse stance.
At the same time he discovered a method.... Whenever he held the horse stance, his thoughts became exceptionally clear.
When he returned tomorrow, he would have to ask Rong Qinglei whether he knew something.
Otherwise, he would not have drawn so many attempts on his life.
Yue Mingxuan was drenched in sweat; he raised his sleeve to wipe his forehead and looked out the window.
The sky was beginning to pale faintly, if he did not go back soon, he would be discovered.
So he went next door to call Shang Qinghua.
