Who knows how long has passed.
Maybe an hour later, maybe an hour and a half.
In any case, Dongfang Yi had pushed to his limit, even meditation couldn't help him forget the exhaustion of his body. His legs buckled unconsciously, just as he was about to stop training, and his chin suddenly bumped against something hard.
Dongfang Yi opened his eyes in surprise, only to see a steel man squatting in front of him in the pond, holding a silver long sword, the hilt submerged in the water, the sword tip pressing against his chin.
Dongfang Yi dared not move.
Even turning his head would cause injury.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pale figure standing on the shore, about to cry but begging for mercy: "Master, I really can't take it anymore." Ever since Xu Xingguang had voluntarily taught him ancient martial arts, Dongfang Yi had started calling him Master, regardless of whether Xu Xingguang agreed or not.
