Lu Qianqian had taken over from her father to teach Zhu Ju Martial Arts. Initially, she had thought she could just come by every three to five days and pass the time.
But now, she came every single day.
"Hmph…"
Watching Zhu Ju effortlessly lift a two-hundred-plus-jin stone and toss it several meters away, Lu Qianqian's expression couldn't help but change slightly.
"Young Master Zhu is truly remarkable. You've been practicing Martial Arts for less than a month, yet you're already on the threshold of Grade Entering."
"In a little while, you should be able to take a Secret Medicine and become a Ninth-Grade Martial Artist."
Although reaching the Grade Entering stage wasn't difficult, Zhu Ju's pace of Cultivation had truly exceeded her expectations.
'Could it be...'
'...he's a genius too?'
"Mm." Zhu Ju flexed his wrists, a satisfied look on his face.
