Time flew like a white colt glimpsed through a crack, vanishing in the blink of an eye. It was now the blazing seventh month, with autumn winds sighing bleakly.
Liu Yunche sat casually within the pavilion, his bearing quiet and elegant, a faint air of understated nobility radiating from him.
Dressed in white, he carried himself with extraordinary grace. Even when pouring tea and water, he possessed an effortless elegance.
He resembled a young nobleman of an Aristocratic Clan, making Shi Qingyue beside him unable to help feeling inferior.
"Yunche, it has only been a few months. How have you changed so much?"
Liu Yunche set down his teacup and smiled faintly. "Qing Yue, after three days apart, one should view a scholar with new eyes."
Shi Qingyue thought for a moment, then asked curiously, "What realm are you at now?"
Before Liu Yunche could answer, Shi Qingyue continued, "Several months have passed, and I've already reached the Ox Tendon stage. With your cultivation speed, your realm must be even higher now."
At those words, Liu Yunche turned his head to look. Shi Qingyue's palm joints were powerful, covered by a thick layer of fascia.
He had clearly reached the Ox Tendon realm!
Shi Qingyue reclined in his wooden chair. Recalling the grueling days of the past few months, he could not help sighing.
"What bitter suffering!"
"After the Heavenly Prodigy Banquet, my old man dragged me all over the place. I fought demonic beasts by day and slaughtered bandits by night. It nearly worked me to the bone."
"Still, the gains were considerable. I broke through to Tendon Forging a month ago."
As his words fell, Shi Qingyue threw a punch through the air, producing a series of dull booms like an enraged wild ox bellowing.
Liu Yunche glanced