"Grandpa," a girl called out, her voice crisp and clear.
"What about the Upper Three Grades?"
"The Upper Three Grades depend on Martial Arts Talent and Mental Cultivation. External help is of little use," the old man said, shaking his head.
"Unless you can obtain some Heaven and Earth Wonder to completely transform your body, Washing your Marrow and Sinews, and ascend in a single step."
"But don't even think about something like that."
SLAP!
"Don't get distracted."
"Yes!" the two children replied.
A li away, in front of a rockery, a handsome Noble Young Master was slowly practicing a Fist Technique.
"HUP!"
"HAH!"
As he threw his punches, he let out low shouts, and the sound waves cratered the ground, creating pits of varying depths.
One had to understand,
the ground beneath his feet was made of bluestone.
His voice truly struck the ground!
At this moment, it was no longer a metaphor, but an undeniable description of reality.
