Lingxi Peak, the training room district midway up the mountain.
Inside the B-grade training room that was practically Yang Jing's long-term rental.
Fist winds howled and Qi Force surged. He was engrossed in cultivating the Mountain-Breaking Seal, his figure weaving and dodging in the center of the stone room.
Each punch he threw carried an increasingly condensed, ferocious power, stirring the surrounding air into faint ripples.
After two hours of arduous training, Yang Jing slowly lowered his fists as the Inner Qi in his meridians gradually returned to his Dantian.
He raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow and walked over to a corner of the training room, where a small stone table now stood.
On a white porcelain plate on the stone table were large chunks of Rare Exotic Beast Meat, its texture distinct and still faintly warm.
