He had never seen a Martial Art that could affect a person's state of mind and the circulation of their Inner Qi from a distance.
No wonder this girl was already an Eighth-level Martial Artist at such a young age, and a prodigious talent who could fight above her Level at that.
This Cultivation Technique of hers must have played a huge role.
Zhao Rui looked up at the girl, his eyes filled with growing delight and satisfaction.
As if sensing something, Miao Miaomiao, in the hilltop pavilion, furrowed her delicate brows. She glanced around, confused.
"I have a strange feeling..."
The girl muttered to herself, then shook her head and focused on her book.
With New Year's Day approaching and the Provincial University Martial Arts Tournament about to begin, Level 8 had become a particularly sensitive topic.
