"There are two kinds of Martial Warriors in the world: Pure Martial Warriors and Martial Warriors. Some people believe that Qi Refiners can't become Pure Martial Warriors, but that's not true. Mother once said that even dragons could mate with snakes and give birth to flood dragons, and horses and donkeys could give birth to mules. So why couldn't someone practice Sword Body Dual Cultivation? Don't slack off. Lower your horse stance a little more."
"Daddy, keep going."
At the summit of Twin Pearl Peak, Chen Jia circled Jiang Lin, who was holding a horse stance, with a Willow Branch in her hand. Little Niannian lay sprawled atop Jiang Lin's head, her little tail wagging back and forth as she kept cheering, "Daddy, keep going!"
"Don't slack off!"
When she saw Jiang Lin's knees straighten slightly, Chen Jia immediately bit him on the neck.
"Fuck! Don't bite people!"
"Who told you to slack off? Keep going!"
"Still keep going? It's been an hour."
"Hmph! You're done after just one hour? What kind of man are you?"
"???"
Listening to Chen Jia, Jiang Lin really wanted to complain, but he felt even more like he was falling apart inside.
This rhythm was all wrong.
He was leaving for Donglin City in a few days. He had planned to spend these days studying the theory, just like taking the four sections of a driving test: he would pass the first section before worrying about the rest, then find a car to practice with when he had time.
But why did it feel as if this little Chen Jia wanted him to take things one step at a time, starting with turning? It wasn't just about getting a driver's license—she seemed to want him to learn how to fly a plane like this.