THUD! THUD!
That evening, Lu Chao walked out of the hall with a steady gait.
He'd made up a quick excuse for the shattered wooden barrel and the mess on the second floor. Luo Qianshan didn't press the matter; instead, he found a disciple to clean it up for him.
'I didn't expect to break through today.'
Slightly clenching his fist, Lu Chao headed straight for the platform, a rare sense of satisfaction filling his heart.
At first, he felt it was a bit unexpected, but after some thought, he realized it was a natural progression.
Having trained day and night for a full six months, this Martial Skill was only a step away from mastery. Even if it hadn't happened today, he would have had another chance in a little while.
A faint smile touched his lips, but he soon felt a slight discomfort and raised an eyebrow.
The reason was simple.
An aching soreness pulsed through his right arm from time to time, accompanied by sharp, stabbing pains.
