The bright moon hung high, stars scattered across the blue sky.
Yuankong sat on the rooftop by the eaves, looking up at the sky with a half-eaten Spirit Fruit in his hand.
After a long while, he lowered his head to look down again.
In the courtyard, Cui Hao was practicing his punches, every move slow yet full of character.
Lin Luoyu stood nearby, occasionally tossing out a casual reminder-"Are you giving the air a massage?"
At first, Cui Hao accepted it gladly, but as the pointers piled up, he clearly began finding them harder to take.
He did not say Lin Luoyu was wrong. What she said was true, and not easy to refute.
Cui Hao chose to approach it from another angle:
"Master said that once I understood the fist, I'd definitely know how to use a sword. The fist is the master of all weapons! Once you've learned it, you can use anything."
Lin Luoyu scoffed. "Then let's spar. I've never practiced fist techniques, but we'll use our fists. I'll even suppress my cultivation to a minor realm below yours. Are you in?"
"As your junior brother, how could I raise a hand against my senior sister? If Master saw, he'd surely say I was bullying you."
Cui Hao shook his head repeatedly. He had a sufficiently clear understanding of his own fighting ability, but that did not stop him from talking tough.
It was not an issue with his Divine Ability, but rather that his senior brothers and sisters were all absurdly strong.
Each was a better fighter than the last.
Cui Hao always felt that even if his senior brothers and sisters gave him a one-Divine-Ability handicap, he still might not beat them.
Hearing Cui Hao's stubborn talk, Lin Luoyu showed him no courtesy either.