Ling Qingyu leaving a handle

Hearing Tang Ziyi's scolding, Ling Qingyu went speechless for a moment. Although her words contained the truth, training daily in both martial arts and firearms in the morning might exhaust her body and spirit before going to work.

"Listen, I'm not saying you must train throughout the year daily. It's just one month. Heck, with your skills, you complete the crash course with half a month." Tang Ziyi said. 

"I have you and the others. It's not necessary right?" Ling Qingyu argued.

"The sooner the better. You have to know, the world might not be peaceful for us in the future." Tang Ziyi confessed her premonition.

"Huh! What's with your words?" Ling Qingyu stared at a pair of firm eyes, opposite to her.

"What would you do, if you see your loved ones about to disappear from the world, but you can't do a single thing, helpless and powerless to watch. Think about those scenes—"