One day later.
Li Qing came to his senses and thoroughly assessed his physical condition.
He didn't even research or test how strong he was.
Because as a control-type Zombie Lord, he's not designed for direct combat. He's aware that direct fighting probably wouldn't be impressive.
Originally, he was a summoner who sends a heap of subordinates to fight in masses, sitting on the throne and summoning underlings. How could he roll up his sleeves and personally step onto the battlefield?
What a loss of face.
He simply knows that he no longer has any side-effects and won't be scrutinized and envied by others.
All his aura is restrained; his year-long isolation has finally ended.
He can now roam outside, go shopping, eat, drink, and chat with friends.
He is even more aware that what used to be a struggle to climb the eight-kilometer mine became a mere task accomplished within ten to fifteen minutes after his breakthrough.
Going out became convenient.
