Little Mountain City.
At Shanyao Gang, atop the drill ground.
Two figures traversed back and forth, their palms fluttering in the air as they executed identical moves, clearly disciples of the same sect honing their martial skills. One with rough-hewn features and another with a clever-looking face, both skilled in the Medicine Sand Palm—it was Shi Yu and Lu Yang.
Compared to a year ago, they had both grown significantly and, due to their martial training, were taller and more robust, displaying a more mature, masculine quality.
Even though it was the deep of winter, after the bout, Lu Yang was drenched in sweat. He walked over to the side of the drill ground, scooped up half a ladle of cold water from a tank, and gulped it down. Despite the icy liquid, he didn't mind at all, instead exclaiming with great satisfaction.
