After being dragged into sworn brotherhood by force, Wei He's life returned to peace once more. Only afterward did he learn that Yao Hansheng had more than just the three of them as sworn siblings.
That fellow loved drinking, and whenever he was full of wine and food, he liked pulling people into sworn brotherhood.
In Xuanjing City alone, he had more than a dozen sworn brothers and sisters, not to mention elsewhere.
Since that was the case, Wei He did not take it to heart.
Meanwhile, Zhen Qi often ran off to play with Second Sister. After it happened enough times, Wei He no longer worried much about it.
Oddly enough, Zhen Qi's constant visits had eased many of his concerns over Wei Ying's safety.
Thus, he simply devoted all his attention to researching poisonous cultivation techniques and advancing his cultivation.
Five days later.
A fine rain drizzled endlessly through the forest.
Dressed in black, Wei He moved both palms with the freedom of swimming dragons, withdrawing and extending them as they flickered in and out of sight. He practiced martial arts in the clearing, striking at the air and drilling his moves.
At his level, the importance of moves was growing ever greater.
Vigor was like dressing a martial artist in thick armor and arming them with sharp weapons.
But if one wanted to hit someone, it still depended on one's moves.
Especially against opponents of the same level, whose vigor effects did not differ greatly, moves were the key that decided victory or defeat.
Your vigor might be weak, but if you could hit someone five times in a minute, you could still vanquish your enemy and claim victory.
As the wind from his palms howled, Wei He leaped back and forth, sometimes swift and sometimes slow.