Morning sunlight shone through the gap in the Mountain Valley to the east, falling on the plunging waterfall and gilding it with a rim of gold.
Beneath the waterfall, a man sat upright on a boulder, eyes tightly shut, enduring the countless blows of the water. The unending, immense pressure beat his skin red, and the Soul Power within him, somewhat unstable from absorbing the prism crystal, gradually became solid.
The man was Dai Yao.
He opened his eyes and sensed the change in his Soul Power. Delighted, he thought, I didn't expect this waterfall training method to still work now, tempering my Soul Power until it's solid.
Just then, a bright point of light abruptly appeared in the eastern sky, with four black dots following close behind.
The undisguised fluctuations of Soul Power made Dai Yao look up. When he discovered who had come, his furrowed brow relaxed, and he chuckled softly. "Wutong is here..."
Feng Wutong spent one week cultivating under Cyan Luan Douluo, then one week cultivating under Kite Douluo. Today, she had just finished Cyan Luan Douluo's instruction at Worship Hall and had come out from Worship Hall.
In the sky, when she saw the waterfall that seemed to plunge down from the heavens, and her falcon-sharp pupils noticed the tiny black dot beneath it, joy immediately appeared on Feng Wutong's frosty face.
That waterfall was not only a place that made Dai Yao feel at ease, but also the place where she and Dai Yao had formed their bond. To her, it held great significance.
The four women behind Feng Wutong saw a smile appear on her face for the first time.
They exchanged glances, all somewhat surprised. After all, in their hearts, Feng Wutong had always been a woman of noble bearing, cold as