Martial Arts Hall.
Jiang Ning's yard.
After he finished washing up, he looked up at the sky above. It was still early, with a clear stretch of time before sunrise.
Then, he stepped out of his courtyard and headed to the front yard of the Martial Arts Hall.
At the moment, it was not yet so. The sky had just brightened.
The entire front yard of the Martial Arts Hall was eerily quiet.
The whole Martial Arts Hall was also very silent; he could only hear some noises coming from the direction of the back kitchen made by Aunt Sun.
Afterward, he went to a corner of the front yard, where the stone locks were stacked.
On normal days, these stone locks were where all the Martial Arts Hall disciples practiced their strength and tested their power.
He had come here precisely to test his current strength.
Only by knowing his own strength would he have a rough idea of his confidence.
Standing in front of a three-hundred-catty stone lock.