Two hours later, Le Mulan left the practice room with her legs and arms covered in bruises, limping as she walked, but a hint of joy flashed across her face.
"My adaptability is quite fast. At this rate, it won't be long before I completely overcome my psychological aversion to the poor."
"That way, even if I switch mental methods in the future, my performance won't be affected…"
Meanwhile, inside the practice room, Zhang Yu was left lying on the floor, gasping for air, looking as if he had just emerged from water.
His entire body and the ground around him were permeated with the scent of potion and medicine.
"That woman… How much medicine does she eat every day? Is she using it as food?"
But after resting for a while, Zhang Yu felt refreshed and invigorated.
Despite having fought fiercely with Le Mulan for two hours, he felt that not only was his physical strength intact, but his mana seemed more lively, as if it had been rejuvenated.
