Time is the most impartial and yet most ruthless measure in the Cosmos.
For Martial Artists immersed in arduous cultivation, it flows by silently, yet leaves a profound mark on every inch of their bodies.
In the blink of an eye, another month had quietly passed.
The night was deep.
At Qiming First Martial Arts High School, the lights were blazing in the exclusive public Martial Arts Room for Class Three, Year One.
Amidst the lively training ground, Qin Feng sat cross-legged in a corner, meditating.
His eyes were closed, his breathing long and steady. He was like an ancient, unchanging statue, completely integrated with the surrounding tranquility.
He wasn't meditating, but quietly sensing the improvements within his own body.
