The Inner Breath resonated within his meridians...
After sitting cross-legged for more than half an hour, Ye Hao finally finished and stood up. Although his clothes were tattered and disheveled, he was full of energy. In just half a year, he had advanced from the second stage of National Martial Arts to the sixth stage, something he had never dared to dream of before, yet now it was a reality.
"Thank you, Grandpa," Ye Hao quickly approached Su Chenhong and said with a smile.
"No need for thanks, the stronger you are, the better my granddaughter's children's bones will be in the future. You brat, if you refuse to spread the fame of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, then I can only let my great-grandson inherit it. Otherwise, who will pass on the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms after I leave a hundred years from now?"
