Caelum had skipped spending time with his friends that day.
None of the people in his group seemed to possess that strange and burning obsession that demanded strength at any cost.
At most, they occasionally spoke about dominating the world or dreamed about greatness like ordinary children would.
Still, everyone had their own dreams and their own pace in life, and Caelum did not think he had the right to judge them for it.
Because of that, he once again found himself inside the private training hall after classes, though not before greeting a certain staff member who clearly disliked his visit and glared at him when he appeared.
Ignoring the man's increasingly hostile expression, Caelum entered the room and sat down cross-legged.
Reaching into his inventory, he retrieved the talisman containing cultivation knowledge.
'I should use Spirit Sense for this… right?' he thought uncertainly.
