Sword Practice
Crack!
“Not fast enough!”
Crack!
“Unsteady hand!”
Crack!
“Adjust your breath!”
On the mountainside of a desolate hill, a stern-faced woman wielded a wooden stick, occasionally striking a child of about ten years old.
The child’s body was drenched in sweat, and his trembling legs couldn’t be controlled, but he remained silent, gritting his teeth and silently performing the movements.
After an hour.
Xu Yi finally loosened her grip and allowed Bei Xinghan to rest.
“Sister, I can still continue!” Bei Xinghan looked up, his eyes filled with determination.
“Haste makes waste.”
Xu Yi rubbed his head, feeling deeply moved.
No wonder Bei Xinghan became the top disciple of the Xuanqing Sect in terms of Astral Projection cultivation.
It wasn’t just his talent, but also his determination and perseverance.
During this period, Xu Yi had rigorously instructed him, and he had persevered, making rapid progress.
Now, he could perform a complete set of sword techniques.