Zixiao Mountain Peak.
The Chief Commissioner's two disciples, A Mu and Xiaoyuan, were currently sparring in the open area outside the courtyard, practicing their cultivation.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Muffled thuds echoed as their bodies collided. Their every punch and kick was as unrestrained as a celestial steed soaring through the sky. Whether in speed, power, or technique, they had already reached a state of near-perfection.
Most importantly, something new had appeared in their eyes—something that wasn't there before.
The innocence and naivety were now restrained, buried deep within their hearts. In their place were determination, perseverance, decisiveness, and maturity.
When Zhou Yuanjue first met them, the two had already achieved Mastery of Fist Techniques.
But in the time that had passed, they had not been without progress.
