"Again!"
As the sun rose, Fu Xin was already panting heavily, drenched in sweat, his arms aching so badly that he could barely feel them. Only now did he truly understand what his master had meant last night when he said, "Tomorrow, you'll have a day of exhaustion."
Before dawn, his master had lifted him from the bed like a chick while he was still half-asleep and carried him away from the palace. The cold wind had instantly woken Fu Xin.
When they landed, his master had brought him to a stone platform on Crimson Peak.
Before Fu Xin could ask anything, Jiang Jiamian raised his hand and slashed at the stone wall on one side of the platform. Invisible sword energy cleaved off two rocks the size of water buckets.
Jang Jiamiani then lightly struck the stones with a wind blade between his fingers, piercing a handle-like grip into the top of each one. "One in each hand. Lift them up and keep them level. Don't put them down without my command."
