On the morning of the thirteenth day.
Yi Chen, along with Qin Yao, was sitting in a cross-legged position with his eyes directed straight ahead at Feng Lei, who was explaining the profoundness of the Crimson Fire Arts.
In the past few days, he had felt his understanding of the Crimson Fire Arts increasing at a pace he was finding too difficult to imagine.
Each word from Feng Lei's teaching was no different from an elixir to him as the more he heard them, the more his understanding increased.
It was thanks to his teachings that his comprehension percentage, which was stuck at 88% for several months now, had risen to 89% after just a couple of days of listening to his daily lectures.
"Even in the state of nothingness, fire exists. Who created the rule that fire has to be visible in order to exist? That fire has to burn to be considered fire? Nature didn't create these rules. It was…"
