"Do that one more time!" Moxinke pointed to the center of his brows and asked with a flattering smile on his face. His soft armor was already soaked in sweat, and his chest heaved up and down dramatically. It was normal because he had been practicing his sword arts for the whole morning. No matter how energetic he was, he would be exhausted.

Han Jin rolled his eyes at Moxinke and didn't respond. He was still carving his army calling charm on the wooden blocks.

"Master Prophet, could you please do that one more time?" Moxinke pleaded like a child who wanted candy.

Han Jin let out a sigh. He couldn't stand Moxinke when he acted like that. It didn't make Han Jin feel sympathetic for the big guy at all; on the contrary, it gave him goosebumps all over his body. Han Jin had no choice but to draw another charm of spirit refreshment in the air and plant it in the center of Moxinke's brows with a wave of his hand.

As soon as the charm was planted in the middle of Moxinke's brows, his body suddenly straightened. With a burst of laughter, he casually completed a sword form and then walked into the forest.

Han Jin lowered his head to continue carving his wooden army calling charm, but af