Golden shards of dawn spilled across the flagstones of the Martial Arts Arena.
Beside the Body Tempering Pool, Chu Fan sat cross-legged in meditation. His upper body was bare, his muscles so defined they seemed carved from some miraculous stone.
As he pushed the Vajra Subduing Demon Skill to its limit, the very air around him hummed and vibrated, while golden-red Gang Qi flared intermittently across his body.
'The young master really is a cultivation fanatic...'
Not far away, Mo Yunzi, clad in a practical black outfit, finished her practice and sheathed her saber.
She had just been practicing the Star Thunder Saber with Cyan Snake and the others and was glistening with sweat.
As she wiped the sweat from her brow, her gaze was drawn to Chu Fan, and she sighed in admiration.
Chu Fan was the most incredible Ascetic she had ever seen.
Twenty-two days had flown by since Demon Suppression Guard Shi Hao arrived in Qing Province.
