Twenty minutes later.
Xu Wuyi changed into a clean set of clothes. Instead of immediately diving into his training as usual, he did something rare: he collapsed onto the living room sofa, closed his eyes, and let the sore, limp feeling of relaxation spread through his body.
'So tired. I'm just so tired...'
Both his mind and body were utterly exhausted, but the intense stimulation to his Heart and Spirit had yet to fade. Xu Wuyi was actually quite wired and felt no sleepiness at all.
After lying there for a few minutes, he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the sofa.
'Forget it. I'll practice my spear for a bit.'
Xu Wuyi felt that perhaps only this kind of tedious practice could calm his heart again.
Besides, the mission had started this afternoon, so he still hadn't finished the Spear Technique practice that was scheduled for today.
He couldn't waste the insights gained from one hundred repetitions of the Eight-direction Soul Suppressing Spear.
