A heavy rain fell over Yangcheng City, casting a gloomy chill in the air. In the inner court of the Four Seas Escort Agency, on the open ground outside the dormitory, it was the prime time for practice after lunch. Everyone was at the Martial Training Ground practicing the Nourishing Life Art, except for Jiang Ping, who appeared here alone.

Hoo, hoo, hoo...

Jiang Ping practiced the Nourishing Life Art shirtless, with vigorous Blood Qi coursing through his veins. Despite the cooling weather, he felt no chill; instead, his body felt like a furnace on the verge of eruption, hinting at an impending breakthrough.

He was about to break through, about to transform into a Martial Artist, which is why he chose this place to train.