The plain training clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to the defined muscles of her back.
Beads of sweat dripped from the tips of her hair, leaving marks on the floor.
"Sir!" Ailuria spun around, "Did I disturb your rest?"
Wu Heng walked over and asked, "Training so late, aren't you tired?"
Ailuria wiped the sweat from her forehead with her wrist guard, "Got delayed during the day, still lacking some training."
"Do you train at such intensity regularly?"
"It's okay." Ailuria smiled, and then said, "My sister is talented, I need to work harder."
"Don't exhaust yourself."
"The intensity has always been the same, it's fine." Ailuria's eyes shifted, saying, "Sir, could you give me some pointers?"
Wu Heng raised an eyebrow, "Want me to accompany you as a sparring partner?"
The tips of the Wood Elf's ears turned red instantly, "I don't dare!"
Wu Heng glanced at the mechanical clock on the wall, loosened his collar, "One round! Rest early afterwards."
