The next day, the sky was clear and bright, with a faint morning glow spilling onto the windowsill, and wisps of cherry blossom fragrance wafting in through the window cracks.
Xiao Wu woke up groggily, enchanted by the faint scent of cherry blossoms.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she found that overnight, her wounds had healed, and she felt much more comfortable all over.
However, when she got out of bed, she noticed sticky liquid on the bed.
Last night, she tossed and turned, having several nightmares.
In her dreams, there were scenes of her mother being hunted by Spirit Masters, and she met the same fate as her mother.
All her former teammates abandoned her, viewing her as prey, eyeing her covetously.
She lost everything, unable to revert to her pre-human form, nor could she fully transform into a human. She could only exist in this half-beast, half-human state.
Everyone looked at her strangely until she died and became someone else's spirit ring and Spirit Bone, causing her to break out in cold sweats.
But, at the end of her dream, a handsome, gentle, elegant, and peerless cherry blossom Immortal descended from the heavens, stood by her side, and told her: "It's alright, no one here will take you as a spirit ring."
This sense of security was just like how she felt when she was with her mother—warm, and her heart fluttered.
Because her leg was injured by Tang San's Hidden Weapons, although the wound had healed today, Xiao Wu still limped a bit when she walked. She pursed her lips and opened the door slightly, and a ray of golden sunlight shone on her face.
She saw the vibrant life within Heart of Fire Academy.
Two graceful figures danced among the silver threads, easily leaping dozens of meters into the air by stepping on flying cherry blossoms, extremely light and agile—that was true Lightness Skill.
And there was another figure, seemingly a delicate little princess, who was actually radiating golden light all over. With her small hands, she formed a wondrous palm technique and fist technique, continuously striking incredibly hard iron stakes!
Buzz—
The iron stake vibrated with a ringing sound.
Boom—
From the school gate further away, a booming sound echoed. No one knew who was firing a cannon.
Xiao Wu had only seen Tang San use a small fraction of such training methods and techniques. Before, their training was basically physical—weighted running, close-quarters combat, etc., completely unlike the exquisite methods here.