Cling, cling, cling—
The sound of wind chimes echoed beside the window.
Wang Qintan put down the book in her hand, her face slightly flushed as she watched Jiang Ning practicing in the courtyard.
At this moment, Jiang Ning's muscles writhed all over his body, as if a coiled dragon was moving within him.
His Qi-Blood surged like a great river within, emitting a dragon's roar.
This was the effect produced by the Dragon Blood Bodhi.
However, as time passed, the dragon's roar was nearly imperceptible.
Watching Jiang Ning's sweat gather and drip onto the ground, Wang Qintan's face flushed even more.
She then looked down at the description in the book.
"It seems that the descriptions in the book are not as impressive as him!" Wang Qintan thought to herself.
If Jiang Ning were to see the contents of the book beside him at this moment, he would be speechless.
Because the book in Wang Qintan's hand was not a serious one, but rather a romance novel.
...
In the courtyard.
