「A month later」
The weather grew increasingly hot. Not a single drop of rain had fallen for days, and the leaves of the locust trees in the main stockade drooped listlessly.
Only the chirping of cicadas remained, adding a touch of life to the unbearably hot afternoon.
In Fang Qingyuan's camp, a chubby little bear was diligently practicing its techniques.
Fang Qingyuan lay on a chair in the shade of a tree, holding a pot of tea. Watching Jinbao work so hard, he offered some encouragement:
"Every drop of sweat you shed now is a drop of blood you won't have to shed later. You have to understand, Jinbao: if you slack off in your youth, you'll only have regrets in your old age."
Hearing Fang Qingyuan's encouragement, a determined look appeared on Jinbao's bear face. It roared at the training dummy ahead, and a flash of golden light shot out. A deep gash appeared on the wooden dummy, nearly splitting it in two.
