Returning

Jiang Ming drank a bowl of medicinal soup, stood still in the courtyard, and practiced his fist technique. His mood gradually became clear, and he immersed himself in his training. 

The wind blew, and the leaves rustled. 

Jiang Ming suddenly felt something. He moved his body and stood under a peach tree in the corner of the courtyard. 

Almost at the same time, a malnourished green peach fell and was caught by Jiang Ming. 

It was as if Jiang Ming had already expected it before the peach fell! 

"It's here again. That sharp perception that's beyond my knowledge." 

Jiang Ming stared at the peach in his hand, his mood fluctuating. 

For the past few days, he had been practicing his fist techniques every day, trying to find the feeling of that day. After countless attempts, he finally entered the state of heightened perception again today. 

"I think I've found the reason for the super sense!"