Restoring Order

Ten days later, Pingjiang Town finally showed a faint trace of life amid its deathly stillness.

More than half the refugees had dispersed, and those who had survived began restoring order.

Early morning.

On the new training grounds within the Wei Family estate, two figures were locked in fierce combat.

With a sharp cry, Ling Xiyun nimbly dodged Wei Luo's strike, then thrust her slender palm toward him.

Wei Luo's gaze sharpened, yet he did not dare let Ling Xiyun's little hand touch him carelessly.

The palm technique she practiced was called the Profound Yin Palm. Though it looked soft and yielding, the force it unleashed could directly inflict internal injuries.

Even though Wei Luo had hardened his body until he was nearly impervious to blades and spears, he had no desire to let Ling Xiyun strike him so easily.

With a tap of his toes, he lightly evaded the blow.

But Ling Xiyun had always been the sort to press her advantage without mercy. Her exquisite footwork immediately followed Wei Luo, and she sent several palms flying at him in succession.

Seeing this, a faint smile curled across Wei Luo's lips. Ling Xiyun was getting greedy for victory and charging in recklessly again. It seemed he needed to teach her a proper lesson today.

Wei Luo suddenly planted his feet, swept aside Ling Xiyun's palm strike with his left hand, and then savagely drove out his right fist.

Layered Wave Force, three forces as one!

With this punch, Wei Luo guaranteed Ling Xiyun would cry for quite some time.

Feeling the might behind that punch, Ling Xiyun's lovely face went pale with fright. Yet her move had already run its course, leaving her no chance to change techniques.

She could only gaze at him with tears shimmering in her