Wang Meng tossed the large, heavy bag of materials onto the ground.
THUD.
He wiped his face, a mixture of sweat and blood, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Fengzi, you…"
"Did you break through again?"
Wang Meng's voice cracked.
"Isn't this way too fast?"
"Just in that short time… I feel like your aura right now is even more frightening than those senior students in the Meridian Passage Realm."
Han Feng smiled.
He took the nearly bursting backpack from Wang Meng and slung it over his shoulder.
"I ate a few good fruits and digested them. I did make a bit of progress."
He didn't explain about the Sword Bone and Sword Essence.
'The fewer people who know about a trump card like this, the better.'
"Damn! Comparisons will be the death of me!"
Wang Meng smacked his lips sourly, his face a mask of envy, jealousy, and hate.
"I'm here working my ass off skinning lizards, and you get stronger just by sitting there eating a few fruits."
