"Qingzi, you don't look well. Are you sure you don't need to visit the medical department?" Old Qiao asked with concern.
"It's fine, just circulating the cultivation technique a few times will do." Fang Qingyu smiled, his tone calm.
Seeing this, the others didn't say more.
Fang Qingyu left the leisure area with two heavy alloy briefcases.
This time, Jiang Wei did not follow.
Instead, she looked at Fang Qingyu's back, unconsciously recalling that unknown number of years ago...
Her uncle's son let out those heart-wrenching, never-ending screams while training in the Ash Destruction Tribulation Body.
She secretly whispered in her heart, Qingzi should be able to do it.
...
He walked alone to the deepest part of the underground eighth floor, into a training chamber.
The heavy alloy door silently slid shut, isolating everything from the outside world.
The chamber was spacious and well-equipped.
