Feng Susu was a very clever young girl. Even setting aside Meng Zhao's Celestial Realm martial arts, the fact that the same fist technique had produced two utterly different effects when he used it against her was enough to show just how valuable the technique he was now displaying was.
Feng Susu did not know how much Meng Zhao would teach her, or how long he would teach her for. Therefore, she could not afford to let any chance to improve herself slip away.
Even if she could not take part in the Clan War this time, as long as she could learn something from Meng Zhao, it would benefit her for the rest of her life.
Indeed, that was the young girl's true intention. Improvement was still her foremost priority. Otherwise, she would not have taken such a risk to seek guidance from a Celestial Realm Human Clan member she had never met before.
Fortunately, Meng Zhao had an easygoing temperament and seemed to have a fairly favorable impression of her. That was why he had elevated and demonstrated this fist technique for her.
What remained uncertain, however, was whether her performance shortly would move Meng Zhao. What if she failed to learn anything, failed to grasp its essence, and caused Meng Zhao to look down on her and become unwilling to teach her any further?
That was why Feng Susu was so earnest—more earnest than she had ever been while learning martial arts before.
There was no helping it. To receive personal instruction from a Celestial Realm martial artist was a privilege she had never enjoyed before, despite her decent background and the high realms of her elders.
Before long, Meng Zhao finished his fist routine. Looking at Feng Susu, he asked,
"How much did you understand? How