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Morning.
Before dawn, Xu Binghu and his son Xu Ran simultaneously opened their eyes. Ever since Xu Ran infused Xu Binghu with Innate Qi, it had been like this.
In these five months, the father and son were already used to it.
Xu Binghu carefully got out of bed, avoiding disturbing the sleeping Lian Ji.
He put on his shoes, walked into the courtyard, picked up the wooden stick beside him, and started swinging it.
The movements of the stick, from initially weak and feeble, gradually became forceful, each swing producing a sound in the air.
Meanwhile, Xu Ran sat cross-legged on the bed in cultivation.
When Xu Binghu's stick movements became audible, it also signaled the time for Lian Ji to wake up.
Seeing Lian Ji come out, Xu Binghu stopped his actions, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said, "Madam, over these five months, the internal injuries I had from hunting have completely healed!"
