Tap tap tap~~
The rain pattered down, drenching Lin Zheyu.
He remained unmoved, training in the rain.
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...
Time slowly passed.
Over two months went by.
In the blink of an eye, it was September.
Autumn had arrived, and the weather had cooled considerably.
Lin Zheyu barely went out, spending most of his time in the courtyard training martial arts.
In the mornings, he pondered the Turtle Breath True Intent, in the afternoons, he trained with the Purple Thunder Tyrant Fist, and in his spare time, he would take out the "Poison Canon" for study.
The days passed by extremely fulfillingly.
"Mr. Zhao is at it again; his perseverance is truly formidable!"
Lee Mengxi walked in from outside the courtyard and couldn't help but comment upon seeing Lin Zheyu training.
In the courtyard, Lin Zheyu wore heavy armor, puffing as he practiced the Purple Thunder Tyrant Fist.
