After finishing the dog paw and old ginseng soup, Ye Fan dared not linger in the living room and went straight to his room to train.
As he assumed the Rising Dragon Stance, he wasn't sure if it was because of the soup he just had, or the sexy photo sent by Zhao Tianya, or because Wei Ziling had pressed against his back in the living room, but Ye Fan found himself restless, fidgety, and his thoughts scattered.
Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart and quickly calmed down, trying hard to clear his mind to avoid going astray.
While Ye Fan was struggling to suppress his thoughts, his muscles and bones kept moving, and his blood, thick as mercury, surged like the Yangtze River in his veins.
Suddenly, sounds of a dragon's chant mixed with rushing water emanated from his body, as if a dragon was churning in the deep sea, striving to break free and ascend to the heavens, the sound louder than ever before.
