Liu Yang
It was a deep night. Sounds of something piercing the air could be heard. In Li Yuilan's garden, a young man with a bare torso was practicing with a sword.
Of course, it was Xie Qing. He looked a bit tired, but he still trained and didn't stop for a second. His appearance was masculine, and with every swing, one could feel the power.
This was his usual practice at night. He felt better when he trained with the sword.
"Your wounds still haven't healed. I wouldn't advise overexerting yourself," a cold voice suddenly sounded behind Xie Qing.
"..." The young man was startled by the unexpected sound and turned his head. He narrowed his eyes, seeing Zhang Mei standing behind him: "Sect Master Zhang... Can't you sleep?"
"Sleep? Cultivators at my level don't sleep," Zhang Mei replied, raising an eyebrow.
"...Alright, never mind," Xie Qing weakly smiled and shrugged.