Mo Han was spending hours inside the private room, sitting cross-legged with his eyes fixed on the glowing circular crystals.
One after another, battles of elder rank cultivators flared into being—fiery arenas, roaring crowds, the sharp clash of qi against qi, blades and spells tearing the air apart. His focus never wavered. Every strike, every misstep, every faint hesitation of the fighters was etched into his mind like words carved on stone.
Outside the private room, however, patience was beginning to wear thin.
Two women lingered in the Academy Hall, each with their own hidden intentions.
