After leaving the martial arts school,
Jiang Ning leaped across the buildings with Wang Jin on his back.
With each rise and fall, they spanned a hundred meters.
The fierce wind roared past their ears.
Wang Jin squinted his eyes slightly.
"Your movement technique is naturally perfect, without the slightest hint of effort."
Then, he sighed softly in Jiang Ning's ear: "Your achievements have long surpassed your master!"
Jiang Ning said, "Master, can you endure this bumpiness?"
"No problem at all!" Wang Jin laughed, "At my stage, my physique is strong. As long as I'm not dead, a day's time coupled with medicinal recovery means most of the healing is already done! This level of bumpiness is nothing!"
"I understand!" Jiang Ning nodded.
Then he asked, "Master, did the woman who attacked you reveal her identity?"
