The sun was gradually rising, and Ye Sheng's little face was also covered in sweat. In just over two months, the baby fat on his face had reduced a lot, which was indicative of how hard he had worked during Ye Qiu's absence.
"Big Senior Brother." After swinging his sword a thousand times, Ye Sheng finally came to a stop.
Jin Quan looked at his little junior brother, who despite his tender age, possessed such a resilient spirit. He felt deeply moved. It seemed that he, as the eldest senior brother, needed to work even harder; otherwise, even the youngest junior brother would soon catch up to him.
"Little Junior Brother, didn't our martial uncle prohibit you from sword practice? How come you seem to be even more diligent?" Jin Quan, facing the brisk wind and somewhat out of breath from speaking, grew increasingly admiring of his little junior brother.
