Looking at Hua Bao's delicate appearance, Mo Lan shook her head, "She lacks exercise. After you go back, she should exercise with Xiong Da and Xiong Er for a while before going out again."

"Yes, Miss." Thinking of what happened in Ye County, Hua Bao lacked confidence.

After resting for a while, the two slowly walked up the steps.

As we approached the training ground, cheers, louder and louder, pierced through the air, making our eardrums ache.

Mo Lan saw a group of people gathered over there, and through the gaps, it seemed like they were sparring.

These kids are always causing trouble.

Just as she was about to pass by, someone with sharp eyes spotted her and immediately shouted, "The boss is back!"

"The boss is back."

With that shout, the sparring in the circle stopped, and everyone rushed towards Mo Lan.

“Boss, why have you been gone for days without a word? We’re getting restless in the mountain stronghold.”

"Yeah, boss, training is no fun without you."

Mo Lan glanced at Xiong Da and Xiong Er, then gave them a dismissive look. "Didn't I ask you to help train the brothers from White Tiger Cliff?"

Xiong Da scratched his head, looking troubled. "Boss, we have people helping with the training, but you know how stubborn my dad is. He insists on doing it himself. We can't argue with him, so we have to let him have his way."

Thinking of the Second Chieftain's old bear, Mo Lan curled her lips slightly, "I understand, let's go to White Tiger Cliff together tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the group burst into laughter. Their leader was preparing to select people. "Boss, would you like to watch our competition? And perhaps give us some pointers while you're at it?"

"Alright, let's go."

Looking at the expectant eyes, Mo Lan walked towards the training ground, holding a dark, black pointer in her hand.

Next up was Xiong Da and Song Jian facing off.

Xiong Da is a power-type fighter, while Song Jian is a technique-type fighter; their matchup would be worth watching.

Mo Lan sat on a stone stool to the side, legs crossed, looking languid.

Amid cheers from the crowd, Xiong Da's fists moved with ferocious force, forcing Song Jian into a defensive posture right from the start.

However, in every critical moment, Song Jian was able to cleverly resolve the situation. Although it seemed to be very difficult, it was not easy for him to think of a way to deflect Xiong Da's strength with minimal effort.

As their fight dragged on, Xiong Da's movements became somewhat sluggish. Song Jian seemed to notice this as well, and seizing the opportunity, his attacks suddenly became much more ferocious.

With this sudden burst of force, Xiong Da was stunned, and his movements slowed down. Song Jian seized the opportunity and pressed forward relentlessly. After several rounds, Xiong Da was forced to retreat step by step.

Finally, Song Jian finished the match with a spinning kick, and Xiong was defeated.

Xiong Da fell flat on his backside, panting heavily. It took him a while to get up, and he punched Song Jian in the shoulder.

"You cunning brat, you're wasting my energy."

Song Jian took two steps back, not angry at all, and chuckled, "This is all thanks to the boss's advice. When you encounter someone as tough as you, you can't just go head-to-head with them."

Upon hearing Song Jian's explanation, Xiong Da immediately turned his head towards Mo Lan.

"Boss, you're being unfair!"

"How am I being biased?" Song Jian was quick to understand, so she only mentioned it briefly.

"When did the boss give Song Jian private guidance? Why didn't I?"

Xiong Da stared at Mo Lan, his eyes full of accusation and his expression carrying a hint of resentment, which seemed completely at odds with his warning.