Zhao Han climbed back to her feet and continued training under the blazing sun.
The two of them were now surrounded by woodland, along with a small cabin.
The woods had everything: fresh water, wild fruit, and wild beasts.
The cabin had been built by the blind Youth. It was exquisitely made, practically like a villa.
Half a year had passed since their last escape. It was now one person and one dog again.
She had mastered that cultivation art that only dogs could practice, reaching a level of consummate skill. She had entered the hall and was just one step away from attaining perfection.
She felt that her strength had now reached the Inner Energy Realm as well.
Moreover, she had sensed that the technique was incomplete.
The missing portion seemed to require her to find herself a master.
By relying on the emotional bond between master and dog, she could spur her martial arts progress.
It sounded mystical, but plenty of Martial Arts films had featured similar things.
Some swordsmen sought lovers in order to improve, using their feelings to cultivate a sword of love.
Only now, it had become the bond between a dog and its master.
Forget it. She did not need that.
She only wished to be a heartless, carefree dog.
With all four legs pointed skyward, she sensed the circulation of her inner energy.
With her dog head lowered to the ground, she comprehended the power of the earth.
The scorching heat tempered her will.
Absorbing power from the outside world did not actually exist.
She could not absorb even the slightest bit of energy from the blazing sun.
What she could refine was only her own blood, vitality, and nutrition.
After training for a while, she discovered that her inner breath had grown