Firelight glimmered inside the dungeon.
With another clanking turn of the gate at the entrance, a new day began.
Lian Youming was honing his martial arts inside his cell. His feet staggered, and within a half-step, the momentum of his Crushing Fist grew ever sharper and more vicious. His fists were like powerful arrows. At a thought, every part of his body coordinated its release of force, gathering the strength of his entire body into a single point.
In this cage that never saw daylight, aside from eating and drinking, all he had left was training.
Dull. Tedious.
But what did that amount to?
People like Gong Wuer and Xue Hen had grown up outside, yet they had still endured bitter training day and night, sacrificing much before attaining skills that stood unrivaled in the martial world. With an unfettered heart, heaven and earth were boundless.
Besides, Li Da had said that of attack and defense, defense meant not only guarding against others, but also holding fast to oneself and one's own heart. Only by remaining unyielding through countless setbacks and overcoming a thousand hardships and dangers could one qualify to rise higher.
Huo Yuntian glanced at Lian Youming as he trained. Without speaking, he merely pushed two meal boxes inside.
Hearing the noise, Lian Youming steadied his breathing a little and went to the door. He took the meal boxes and was about to eat when his gaze suddenly changed.
The weight wasn't quite right.
Had they given him extra food?
He opened them and discovered two revolvers sitting in the rice and vegetable soup.
Not bad. They had finally remembered their undercover man.
Without betraying anything, Lian Youming put away the pistols, finished his meal, and continued training.
Junk King had said before that as long as he