The next day.
The sky was somewhat dim, with a drizzling rain.
As usual, Lu Feng rose early. He opened the attic window and breathed in the fresh morning air.
Looking into the distance, he saw a graceful figure slowly emerge from the attic and head toward the open space in the center.
A hint of softness flashed through Lu Feng's eyes. Jiang Ruoyun had risen early as well, seemingly even earlier than he had.
Today, Jiang Ruoyun had pinned up her beautiful hair and wore a fitted outfit, giving her an air of valiant elegance.
After arriving at the open space, she stretched her limbs, then took out a long whip and began practicing.
Perhaps afraid of disturbing Lu Feng and Xiao Rou's rest, Jiang Ruoyun made little noise as she practiced her whip techniques, working only on the most basic moves and methods.
Lu Feng watched Jiang Ruoyun's slender, lovely figure in a daze. Though she held a long whip in her hand, it seemed as gentle and supple as a ribbon.
Her plain clothes were white as snow, fluttering in the wind. A faint mist lingered around her, like a light veil draped over her body.
As Lu Feng watched Jiang Ruoyun flick out one whip flourish after another, he could not help noticing that both the speed of her strikes and the angles of her attacks had become far more precise and tricky than before. The transitions between each whip flourish had also grown tighter.
Her strength had clearly improved again.
Creak...
Hearing the sound of a window opening, Lu Feng knew that Xiao Rou next door had also awakened.
Jiang Ruoyun paused in the distance and looked up at the attic. Seeing that the windows of both Lu Feng and Xiao Rou's rooms had opened,