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Jiang Yuhu's dreams were sweet.
The only thing that was a bit unpleasant was that he had sword training with the master in the morning, so even if there was a feast at night, he couldn't drink to his heart's content.
But thinking about how the master tirelessly taught them every day and even granted them two Butterfly Gu, a surge of anger toward himself rose up.
How could a trivial matter like drinking compare to the master?
Chen Qing was both a teacher and a brother to them, teaching patiently like a mentor, caring like an elder brother.
Thinking of this, his dreams were no longer sweet. In his sleep, he uttered, "Heartless!"
The next morning, Jiang Yuhu got up early and went deep into Iron Flow Valley, walking through the canyon that had been leveled for their sword practice.
The stone walls on both sides of the canyon were filled with charred sword marks left by their training.