Early morning.
The flowers outside the window retained the dewdrops, which sparkled with a rainbow hue under the sunlight.
A few butterflies tirelessly danced in the small garden.
Unconcerned whether anyone applauded their display.
The buzzing sound that had resonated all night from room 102 on the left side finally quieted down.
"Luckily, the soundproofing in this room is excellent, it didn't disturb Mom's rest," Zhou Ping'an said.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his figure swayed slightly as he turned on the hot water to wash his face.
His complexion was excessively pale at that moment, his hair slightly yellowed and withered.
Upon closer inspection, his skin had lost much of its luster.
"Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound" is indeed fierce.
Master Dong was right.
Ordinary people simply cannot practice it.