In the Night Fog, the Black and White Tree gently swayed with the wind, its leaves brushing against each other, the sound reminiscent of jade lightly clashing, resonant and soothing.
Under the tree, Wen Rui was sweating profusely, a few strands of damp black hair clinging to his cheeks. His eyes shone with determination, resolutely moving and punching.
A year had passed, and his Giant Spirit Body had been completely adjusted back to the normal appearance of a ten-year-old child.
Qin Ming was about to leave Black and White Mountain and felt relieved as he said, "Wen Rui, cultivate normally; there's no need to exhaust yourself to the point of fatigue every day."
"Little Uncle, I'm not tired!" Wen Rui shook his head.
Qin Ming pondered, feeling the timing was about right to pass on the Silk Scripture Skill.
