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Linfeng Hall, inner courtyard.
Accompanied by the dull echoes of the wooden stakes, more than ten disciples practiced the Linfeng Hall's movement technique in front of the Wooden Dummy.
Shen Qing was also among them.
After killing Wang Qiyao's entire family, he did not carry any psychological burden, behaving as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, he was fully engrossed in martial arts training.
In the depths of winter, Shen Qing's whole body radiated heat.
To cool off, he removed his jacket, wearing only a newly bought cloth garment as he maneuvered in front of the Wooden Dummy.
Originally, his bruised shoulder had fully healed due to the Shiquan Dabu Decoction's medicinal effects, leaving no trace, but it slowly reddened under a new round of strikes.
Pa, pa, pa...
The entire process of practicing the Lingfeng Body Technique was very monotonous, simply a constant repetition of dodging stakes and being struck, yet Shen Qing did not find it tiresome or boring.