Early August!
The temperature in Capital City had evidently turned into a huge melting pot, with the extreme heat of the sun scorching the ground, and even the air one breathed was suffused with heat, decreasing the number of people walking the streets.
On the drill ground of Wind Guard Camp, all members of the Wing Guard Team were drenched in sweat, with beads of perspiration continuously sliding down their cheeks. Despite this, the atmosphere was very quiet, everyone was so focused that they seemed to have forgotten even to breathe, their gazes fixed intently on Wang Li, who was seated cross-legged on the ground.
Wang Li, his face contorted in pain as he struggled to gather his True Energy Force around his spine, began to tremble slightly, a deep grunt emanating from his throat. His hands were clenched into fists so tight that his fingernails had sunk into his palms, blood sliding non-stop from his hands onto the ground.