The one climbing in through the window in a rather bedraggled state was naturally Song Qingshu. The normal routes upstairs were heavily guarded, so he could only circle around to the other side and try to climb up under cover of night.
Unfortunately, he was no expert climber. After several attempts, he had no choice but to give up completely and change tactics, seeing if he could use qinggong to get up there.
His greatest problem now was not the lack of inner strength, but that his inner strength could not circulate freely through his body, preventing him from using his martial arts properly. But like Duan Yu, if he tried ten times or so, there would always be one brief instant when he could call upon his power. Though it vanished in a flash, that was enough to use qinggong.
After countless failures, Song Qingshu finally regained his power for an instant. His body became light as a swallow, and he leaped several zhang up to the top-floor room. However, just as he flew past Qi Fang's window, the true qi in his body suddenly vanished completely. Fortunately, his hands were quick enough to seize the window ledge. Otherwise, falling from such a height would have left him dead or crippled.
"Looks like I can't risk using qinggong in the future. If I became the first qinggong master in the martial world to fall to his death, I'd truly be a laughingstock." Song Qingshu glanced down and shuddered in lingering fear.
Hanging from the window ledge by both hands, he dangled in midair and expended tremendous effort before finally climbing through the window.
He had only just struggled down from the windowsill when he looked up and saw Qi Fang some distance away, her mouth open as she was