Half a month later, a man sat motionless on a wooden post beneath a waterfall. The water crashed down on him, beating against his whole body, but he didn't move at all.
Two incense sticks' worth of time passed, and he still hadn't moved.
Two incense sticks was what Ye Chen had asked of him, and now he had met that goal. But he didn't climb down from the post. He kept holding on, wanting to find out where his limits lay.
A quarter of an incense stick later, the waterfall, like a giant dragon, knocked him off.
He was Tang Sanzang, whom Ye Chen had put through grueling training.
After he fell, Tang Sanzang said to Ye Chen, "Well? Not bad, right?" Ye Chen stopped training and looked him over, finding that Tang Sanzang had changed greatly over the past half month.
His once-smooth skin had grown considerably rougher, and muscles bulged across his body, packed with tremendous strength. The muscles in his legs were well-proportioned, and his long, straight legs radiated vitality.
His hair had grown much longer, too. After more than half a month of being battered by the waterfall, his face was no longer as smooth as before. Now he looked more mature and had more character.
Ye Chen said to Tang Sanzang, "Then let's see how your half month of training has gone."
Ye Chen stood there and pointed his right hand at the sky. Silver armor grew from his fingertip, and as it spread, it enveloped his entire body. The dazzling silver kept catching the eye.
Then he pointed toward Tang Sanzang. A flash of light flared across his body, and a streak of silver shot toward Tang Sanzang like lightning. In an instant, it crossed a hundred meters and reached him.
Even Tang