After calming down for a while, Lin Hui carefully sensed the state of the inner strength within his body.
He was extremely curious about this peculiar power that could defend, strengthen, and enhance his entire physique.
Stretching out his hand, he stared intently at his palm and circulated a thread of inner strength into his fingertips.
Under the morning light, a faint white glow slowly lit up at the tips of his fingers.
The white light was weak and pale, yet as distinct as mist, stubbornly clinging over his fingertips.
Lin Hui touched it with his other hand. It felt soft yet tough, carrying a warm sensation. No matter how hard he pressed, he could not touch the fingertips beyond it.
"Something like an extremely strong gel..." The thought flashed through his mind.
Then he flicked his hand forward, trying to launch the inner strength outward. Nothing happened. The inner strength clung stubbornly to his hand like glue.
Withdrawing his inner strength, Lin Hui glanced at Xiao Hu, who had resumed teaching the elderly men and women on the training ground in the distance.
"Xiao Hu, I'm going inside to rest. If anything comes up later, find me in the main hall's study."
"Got it, Master," Xiao Hu answered from afar.
He and Little Fat had formally entered Lin Hui's tutelage and counted as registered disciples.
Honestly, in the Clear Sword Sect, where there were barely enough cats and dogs to make a handful, the fact that Xiao Hu and Little Fat had remained steadfastly by Lin Hui's side instead of running off already spoke highly of their character.
The reason they were only registered disciples was mainly because Lin Hui himself feared delaying their futures. Until he was sure the Perfect Clear Sword could truly allow ordinary people to