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Linfeng Hall, inner courtyard.
Accompanied by the muffled echoes of the wooden stakes, a dozen disciples stood before the wooden dummies practicing the movement techniques of Linfeng Hall.
Shen Qing was among them.
After annihilating Wang Qiyao's entire family, he bore no psychological burden, behaving as if nothing had happened.
He was now entirely immersed in martial arts training.
In the dead of winter, Shen Qing's body radiated heat.
To cool down, he removed his coat, wearing only a newly bought cloth robe as he whirled around the wooden dummy.
The bruise on his shoulder, thanks to the healing effects of the Shiquan Dabu Decoction, had completely healed, showing no traces but gradually turning red during the new round of strikes.
Pa, pa, pa…
The practice of the Lingfeng Body Technique was monotonous, involving nothing but repeatedly dodging stakes and being struck. Yet Shen Qing found it neither tiring nor boring.