"Ha! Ha! Ha—"
A few days later, Fang Han passed through the Inner Hall Martial Arts Arena one morning and headed into Grade A No. 10 Martial Dao Room.
On the Martial Arts Arena, the Inner Hall disciples were each training, but the usual laughter and cheer were gone. An indescribable oppression hung in the air.
It had been like this for the past several days.
The reason was that Lin Ao had consecutively defeated the other Four Heroes, including Fang Hong, becoming the number one among Liangshui City's younger generation.
Fang Hong, the Inner Hall's number one, had been defeated by Lin Ao, leaving the Inner Hall disciples feeling humiliated and downcast.
More importantly, since Lin Ao had become the number one among Liangshui City's younger generation, Elder Fang Yuan had not been in a very good mood these past few days and often prowled through the Inner Hall.
Whenever he found an Inner Hall disciple training carelessly, he would immediately berate them harshly. Several disciples had already been scolded over the past few days.
None of this had anything to do with Fang Han, however. Given Elder Fang Yuan's regard for him, it was impossible for the elder to scold him.
Inside the Martial Dao Room, sandalwood incense curled through the air, and all was silent.
Fang Han lowered his stance and planted his feet, his body as steady as a boulder, the posture of the Crane Stance natural and perfectly rounded.
His eyes were slightly closed as his mind sank fully into his body, guiding the vast qi and blood, as mighty as a surging river beneath the Eightfold Root Bone Talent Amplification, through his limbs and bones.
Every breath drove the qi and blood throughout his body to rumble deeply like the tide.
A dense crackling