Three months later.
At the back mountain of the Tang Sect, a stretch of greenery rustled, and as sounds of swishing rose, rows of bamboo in the forest fell, stirring up countless dust particles.
A figure in a tight gray outfit flashed by, and Tang Shu appeared in the middle of the bamboo grove.
Since returning from Linan Temple, she seemed to have figured out many things and no longer insisted on returning to her own era but instead focused on adapting to her new identity as quickly as possible.
Three months was enough time for her to skillfully wield the inner strength she had accumulated over the past ten-plus years, and the modern combat skills learned from Father Tang were like adding wings to a tiger.
"Young Master, your skills seem much better than before!"
"Really?"
"Really, just... lacking some killing intent."
