Personal Combat Strength Interface

On the evening of 5th October, in Yang Qingshuo's personal space.

The six members of Team Pearwood were gathered here.

"Cheers." Xu Jingming, Li Miaomiao, Wang Yi, Heng Fang, Liu Chongyuan, and Yang Qingshuo all had happy smiles on their faces as they raised their glasses and drank their beverages. As martial artists, they were used to not drinking alcohol, so their celebrations involved beverages.

"Shuo, I never expected you to reach Lv. 3 faster than me and Bear." Heng Fang tapped Yang Qingshuo's chest. "I'm so envious, jealous, and hateful! Why am I stuck at a bottleneck and unable to break through?"

"I'm with you." Liu Chongyuan hugged Heng Fang.

"Get lost. I don't need your company." Heng Fang immediately dodged him. "What I need is to work hard."

"Tch." Liu Chongyuan curled his lips. "If your wife shouts for you, you'll immediately run over to coax her. Look at our captain! He hasn't helped Sister Cat for the past month."