Seeing Ling Qingwu so serious, Yang Fan sighed in his heart. It was a reluctant measure, and he didn't know if it would be useful. Once they encountered a master, he wasn't sure how effective these hastily learned skills would be.
Yang Fan turned and left; he had done all he could. The final outcome was now left to fate; some things simply cannot be forced.
Yang Fan only hoped that Ling Mu's spirit in heaven could bless Ling Qingwu to win this championship.
Ling Qingwu didn't rest all night, continuously practicing the Sutra of the Cultivation of Women diligently. By dawn, she exhaled deeply and stepped out of the Practice Room.
The butler had already prepared breakfast. After having breakfast with her brother Ling Feng, the day had already brightened.
The butler was already ready for everything needed for the visit to the Yanjing City Martial Arts Association today.
The siblings, along with a dozen people, just reached the doorway when Yang Fan's car arrived: "Get in."
