Jiangshui.
The courtyard, neither too big nor too small, had just enough space cleared out, with several wooden stakes specially set up for practice. Ten centimeters below the top, there was a horizontal log tied across.
The heights of the stakes gradually increased.
The height of the first stake was just right for Gu Miaomiao.
It was already winter, and the weather was getting colder. The morning wind carried a chilling sharpness, but unlike before, Tuanzi wasn't wrapped up round and plump. She'd simply changed into thicker martial arts gear.
At this moment, with a little stern face, her big watery eyes were fixed on the stake in front of her as if staring at her enemy. Suddenly, she moved, and her small hands swiftly struck the stakes, her speed increasing rapidly, soon leaving only afterimages.
The stakes occasionally made a 'creak creak' sound.
The system observed for a while.
