Within a small workshop—with an old-fashioned yet meticulously maintained interior—that was next to a house near the coastline, a special training session by the request of Li Kenxie himself was currently in progress.0

“…”0

Li Fei clutched her sternum with her small hands. She was attempting to manipulate the blood flowing from her heart using a newly learned technique. 0

Unfortunately, her blood refused to flow as intended. The sheer force of the blood surging from the heart to the rest of her body made it difficult to control, especially for someone still inexperienced in Blood Arts like Li Fei.0

“Ugh…”0

After several more failed attempts, her eyebrows knitted together as she clenched her hands tighter around her sternum. But just as she was about to exert far more force than before, she was stopped.0

“That’s enough.”0

The slime-like red familiar, Resentful Blood, swiftly latched onto her hands and pulled them away from her sternum.0

“Ah…”0

Blinking in surprise, Li Fei looked across the room. There, at the end of her gaze, was the woman who had been closely watching her while lazily smoking a cigarette: Meirin.0

“Just now. What do you think would’ve happened if I hadn’t intervened?”0

Li Fei hesitated, replaying her own actions in her mind, then lowered her gaze with a subdued expression.0

“My heart… would have been injured.”0

“Exactly. It was reckless to act without thinking. You understand that now, don’t you?”0

“…I’m sorry.”0

But despite her small, crestfallen apology, Meirin remained indifferent.0

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m not here to protect you—I’m here to teach you.”0

“…?”0

Li Fei gave her a confused look, as if asking what the difference was. 0

So, Meirin elaborated. “I stopped you since you would have just gotten hurt without anything in return. But if there was something...0