Fu Guang gave a bitter, sarcastic smile: "After all that, she's still willing to come with me and try to believe in me. I don't know whether to be glad or unfortunate about her indelible kindness. She's kind, but the world hasn't treated her kindly."

Fu Yue sighed deeply, his eyes grave: "It seems that she is the one that you, Luo Xuan, Xue Wuwang, and Gui Dao have been waiting for."

At this point, Fu Guang composed himself and asked, "Is Ghost Blade coming back?"

Fu Yue nodded: "I'll be back in a week. I think he'll be very happy to see Miss Chang Le."

Fu Guang shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid he'll go crazy."

Chang Le has devoted himself wholeheartedly to martial arts training.

She trained alongside a group of young new recruits from the Dragon Soul Army, who were under the protection of the Golden Palace, and also received one-on-one extra training from Mu Liangchao.

Although Mu Liangchao usually acts carefree and irresponsible, he is very serious about training.

Chang Le had never trained with so many people before. She performed well in individual training, even rivaling those teenagers, but when it came to training exercises that required teamwork, she became a complete disaster.

In the relay obstacle course, Chang Le had no problem with the individual stage, but when it came to the human bridge over the high board, he hesitated when stepping on the shoulders of the two people. He was scolded by Mu Liangchao before he finally stepped on, but this delayed him and caused him to lose.

In the team competition, Chang Le lay in ambush in the mud and water. Instead of following the time plan of her team members, she went into hiding beyond the time limit. When her team members thought something had happened to her, she suddenly appeared and killed the target.

After several such incidents, people became unwilling to cooperate with her and regarded her as a troublemaker who wanted to take credit and stand out.

Mu Liangchao directly pulled her aside and asked her why she pretended to be brave. She said things like, "I don't trust the people who build bridges," and "That's the most effective way to take action." In just a few days, Mu Liangchao was so angry that he punished her with push-ups, handstands, running laps, and cleaning toilets.

Until this day, during a basic simulated rescue drill, in groups of three, Chang Le was immediately designated as the injured person by the other two, and she was strapped to a stretcher and carried around. Due to interference from the rival group, the person in front of her, for reasons unknown, suddenly let go of her.

Chang Le was slammed headfirst onto the ground.

Out of its alert instincts, the vines burst forth from its body without hesitation, pulling and shifting its weight to roll and dissipate the force. However, it rolled hastily without paying attention to its direction and was about to crash into the pole when Mu Liangchao, who had already arrived, stopped it and pulled it up.

"Are you hurt?" Mu Liangchao pulled her over to check her over.

Chang Le shook his head.

Mu Liangchao breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly kicked the person who had let go, sending them flying.

The kick didn't land properly, and the strong, fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy was sent flying into the air, crashing to the ground and clutching his stomach for a long time before he could get up.

"You deliberately harm your companion right under my nose? You're asking for death!" Mu Liangchao stepped on his leg, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. Then, with a soft crack, he dislocated the leg.

The man was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face, but he dared not struggle any longer.

Chang Le was slightly stunned, not expecting that Mu Liangchao, who didn't seem to like her, would fly into a rage over such a small matter.