Shuhang turned his head and saw Jiang Ziyan sitting on the railing not far from him. The corners of her lips curled upward, revealing that attractive, wicked smile. She was also holding a small bag of fried chicken pieces, picking them up with her slender, scallion-white fingers and placing them into her mouth.
Judging from her tone, had she been sitting nearby watching him tear down the wall barehanded for quite some time?
Besides, she looked somewhat different from when he had first met her.
At that moment, Jiang Ziyan's shoulder-length short hair curled upward, making it look even shorter. Her bangs had been lowered, faintly covering her eyes.
Under the glow of the setting sun, Song Shuhang discovered that her hair was not black, but dark purple—a very bewitching color. There were also faint purple glimmers flashing in her eyes. This made Jiang Ziyan seem even more sinister, even more wicked.
"Good afternoon, Ziyan," Song Shuhang said weakly.
"Just call me Ziyan. Being called 'Miss' makes me feel as though I'm pretending to be young." Jiang Ziyan jumped down from the railing and approached Shuhang with a catlike gait. "Besides the Vajra Foundation Fist, ordinary human exercise methods can also strengthen a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator's physique. Running, all kinds of ball games, working out on exercise machines—they can all improve your constitution to a certain extent. Hehe, of course, cultivators need several times the exercise intensity of ordinary humans to achieve that effect."
Song Shuhang forcefully knocked the back of his head against the wall. "I can't believe I didn't think of that!"
There were plenty of ways to improve one's physique that could be found online with a simple search. Yet his eyes had been fixed solely on the Vajra Foundation Fist, causing him to overlook ordinary