By the time he finished one set of the Pile, a stick of incense had already burned.
Qin Fang was panting slightly. He had already performed the Standing Pile three times today, and without a Qi Blood Pill this time, the burden was still a bit much for him.
His foundation was, after all, still too weak.
After exhaling a puff of white mist and relaxing his stance, he saw the astonished expression on Zhou Xing's face.
He hesitated...
"Senior Brother?"
Zhou Xing finally snapped out of it, then looked at Qin Fang with a complicated expression. "You've only been practicing the Pile for... two days?"
Qin Fang shook his head. "Including today... it's been three days."
Three days...
Only three days, and he's already reached the entry-level?
'If I heard correctly just now, he's even touched the very edge of the Skin Membrane Drum Sound, hasn't he?'
It was only because his physical foundation was too poor that his power wasn't fluid and his breath wasn't long enough...
