North of the river dam, a remote brick house.
When Jiang Ning switched on the recording mode, Xue Yuantong stopped in her tracks and glared fiercely:
"Why are you taking pictures!"
Jiang Ning: "To capture your heroic pose, come on, do it again."
Xue Yuantong folded her arms and pondered, "Hmph, you know there's a saying that magic shouldn't be shared lightly, right?"
Jiang Ning chuckled, she was just a little girl, and here she was talking like this in front of him, a Cultivator. How amusing.
"Alright, though I won't teach you, as the saying goes, 'the master shows the door, but the path is walked by oneself.' I just showed you a trick, and now it's your turn to give it a try."
Xue Yuantong pouted, her speech like a well-rehearsed routine.
Jiang Ning stepped forward, and with a kick, the sturdy bamboo fence collapsed under his foot.
Xue Yuantong watched in silent awe.
