In a moment.
Several days had passed again.
Early in the morning during late autumn, daylight always arrived a bit later than usual.
Jiang Ning sat cross-legged in a wooden barrel, steam rising from the water inside, while occasionally a few "popping" sounds could be heard from the pile of wood underneath.
Sparks scattered.
"Master sure can endure hardship," Xie Xiaojiu propped her head up, her eyelids fighting to stay open as her head occasionally slipped downward.
Just then,
Jiang Ning suddenly opened his eyes, his expression joyous.
Seeing this, Xie Xiaojiu's beautiful eyes, which had been constantly closing and opening, instantly became much more alert, and the drowsiness in her mind rapidly dissipated.
"Master!" she immediately exclaimed.
Jiang Ning's expression remained joyful as he clenched his fist, instantly channeling all his strength into it.
"I've finally achieved the level of Jiao tendon!"
