The curtains were pulled closed, leaving not even a sliver of a gap; in the dim room, scant light reflected the shadows of two people swaying on the wall.
"Mmm... I'm kind of tired. I feel like my wrists are so sore..."
Yi Qingyan focused intently on her target, fine beads of sweat on her forehead glistening under the faint light.
"Why... still no movement?"
Given the Curse Forbidden Master's physical conditioning, such exercise wouldn't normally cause fatigue. Perhaps Little Sister Qingyan's grumbling stemmed from Cen Dongsheng's less than satisfactory response.
"Yeah..." The man replied somewhat awkwardly, "Maybe I'm just used to it?"
Under the girl's relentless efforts, it wasn't possible for him to be uncomfortable. Indeed, he felt very good. Mainly under Dongsheng's firsthand guidance, Yi Qingyan had gradually become accustomed. She took all of the man's teaching to heart, her skills improving rapidly in the process.
