The scorching summer gradually passed, and Heaven was somewhat merciful, not adding insult to injury in this year of wars and chaos.
The drought, which had not occurred for years, allowed common folks to barely have a hot meal, preventing them from reaching complete desperation.
In August, the weather began to cool down, and Song Changming bought more clothes for Song's Mother to prevent her from catching a cold during the seasonal change.
On this day, in the courtyard.
Song Changming, bare-chested and covered in sweat, finished his daily body refinement routine.
Suddenly he exerted force, continuously punching into the air.
The extremely high kinetic energy caused explosive fist winds in the air, buzzing like a blower at work.
After throwing out a dozen punches in succession, Song Changming finally stopped, feeling quite satisfied with the terrifying power he had just unleashed.
"The new trait talent, the development progress is not bad..."
