The towering Li Linfeng had already stood up. At nearly 1.9 meters, he towered above Shen Qing, looking down at him, giving him immense pressure.
Shen Qing even had the illusion that standing before him was not a person but a wall.
Li Linfeng asked in a deep voice, "Have you practiced before?"
"I've practiced some of the Nine Skills."
"To what extent?"
"I can already feel a warm flow of Qi Sensing in my Dantian."
"Hmm? Have you cultivated Qi-Blood?"
Li Linfeng's gaze wandered over Shen Qing, and suddenly, he smirked with interest, his interest evidently piqued.
He clasped his hands into claws, and in an instant, his hands latched onto Shen Qing's arms, drawing them outward.
The speed of his movements, quick as a fierce wind, left Shen Qing with no time to react.
Shen Qing felt a jolt in his heart, yet as Li Linfeng gently exerted force, a gentle yet irresistible power traveled from his arms, resembling a stream of water exploring within and coursing through his meridians.