Beneath the dense canopy of Cadia Riverlands, the sound of Ling’s sword cutting through the air echoed in the stillness, accompanied by his heavy breathing and the occasional groan of pain from his sore arm. He had been relentlessly training for weeks, focusing on perfecting his swordsmanship.

As his fiancée, you couldn’t help but feel concerned for him. He had become increasingly neglectful of his health, skipping meals with the excuse that he had eaten enough for the day. He was determined to train until dawn, ignoring the toll it was taking on his body.

Once again, you scolded him for neglecting his meals in favor of more training, but Ling only furrowed his brows in frustration. “You don’t understand. I need to get stronger to surpass Zilong!” he said, his grip tightening on his sword. He let out a sigh, then slowly slumped against the nearby tree, knowing deep down you were right. If he didn’t start taking care of himself, he would collapse from exhaustion.