「Half a month later.」
East Sea Martial Arts University, Lakefront No. 9 Villa, Underground Cultivation Chamber.
Han Feng slowly opened his eyes. A silvery glint, so sharp it seemed tangible, flashed deep within his pupils before vanishing.
He had devoured all the dense Spiritual Qi in the room, creating a momentary vacuum that was quickly refilled by the Spirit Gathering Array.
He looked inward with Introspection. Eighteen of his twenty Dao Veins were now open, and a vast reserve of Sword Essence surged through them without rest, like silver dragons coiled and ready to strike.
Cultivation: Meridian Passage Realm Ninth Layer!
Total Sword Essence: 2,000 drops!
If word of his progress got out, it would be enough to make every genius in all of East Sea City want to curl up in a ball from shame.
Yet Han Feng's face showed not a trace of joy.
