This was the scene Hong Ling saw when she arrived.
Su Mianmian's long whip, imbued with a trace of fire spiritual energy, lashed straight at Su Jiu. Su Jiu neither dodged nor retreated. With a wave of her hand, several Ice Spikes struck the incoming whip, draining its force and knocking it off its original course.
Su Mianmian immediately withdrew her whip, then seized another opening to lash out again. Smiling, Su Jiu calmly used Lightfoot Step to evade it, then sent two more Ice Spikes to knock Su Mianmian's whip aside.
Hong Ling stared at Su Jiu in astonishment. How much time had passed, and this little girl had already reached the foundation establishment middle stage?!
Then she looked at her own disciple and could not help covering her face. That girl Su Jiu had dictated the pace from beginning to end, and Mian Mian probably had not even noticed. How had she ended up with such a foolish disciple?
But soon she realized that Su Jiu was not merely toying with Mian Mian. She was guiding her.
Although Mian Mian kept repeating almost the same movement, Hong Ling keenly noticed that the angle of each lash grew increasingly precise.
Hong Ling's expression turned solemn. Su Jiu was only in the foundation establishment realm, yet her perception was already so frightening. After exchanging just a few moves with Mian Mian, she had identified all her weaknesses and was helping her correct them.
As a Peak Master, Hong Ling could not devote all her attention to Mian Mian, and naturally, some small details had escaped her notice. Having Su Jiu gradually expose them through her arts and help Mian Mian improve was a good approach. Still, she knew perfectly well that Su Jiu could help Mian Mian once or twice,