A tranquil mountain village, shrouded in mist at dawn.
In the distance, as the morning light breaks, makes Qing Shan Village appear exceptionally beautiful.
As usual, Wang Hu woke up early to practice martial arts, while Ye Qiu sat cross-legged on the grindstone, circulating Zhou Tian.
An hour later, Wang Hu finished his practice, and Ye Qiu also stopped his movements, slowly opening his eyes.
These past few days, the transformation in Wang Hu's physique has been extremely noticeable; his skin is turning bronze, and all the excess flesh on his body has disappeared, leaving only robust muscles.
Now whenever Wang Hu casually throws a punch, it causes the air to vibrate. Although it's not quite at the level of a sonic boom, it's not far off.
"Senior, it seems like someone was singing outside last night, did you hear it?" Wang Hu came over, remembering the singing he vaguely heard last night, unsure if it was a dream or it actually happened.
