A month had passed in a blur of training sessions and careful isolation. Cale hadn't advanced at all in his cultivation despite the constant physical exertion, and he hadn't seen Emma since her mother had called her away.
Rexa had kept her distance too, claiming she needed to focus on her written examinations, though he suspected she was giving him space more out of kindness than necessity.
The month had been frustratingly stagnant, neither progressing nor regressing, just existing in a strange limbo between advancement and stagnation.
Today marked the third day since his official enrollment at the Academy of Martial Arts and Magic Enhancements. He had specifically chosen the martial arts department because he knew that physical combat skills would be essential when he eventually ventured to the eastern lands, where cultivation alone wouldn't be enough to survive.
