Ever since Shen Yijia obtained this soft whip, Song Jingchen had told her how to use it a few times, and she had waved it at the tree stump a few times.
She had been suffering from having no one to practice with. Now that she had a rare opportunity, she naturally wouldn't let it end easily.
Every time Xiao Ruoshui wanted to stop, Shen Yijia would deliberately make a face at her and provoke her. Xiao Ruoshui's entire arm had gone numb, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.
Song Jingchen could tell what Shen Yijia was thinking and rubbed his forehead helplessly.
After a few moves, Shen Yijia realized that Xiao Ruoshui was not as skilled as she seemed. She was extremely bored.
When Xiao Ruoshui swung her whip over, she turned it around and wrapped it tightly around Xiao Ruoshui.
