"By the way, Xun Er, when it comes to the Heaven Tomb, remember to secure a spot for me too. Don't just remember Brother Xiao Yan and forget Brother Xiao Heng." After a moment of silence, Xiao Heng recalled something else, and it was quite important.
Though he did not have some ancestor lying inside waiting to give him a blood transfusion, three years! The imprints of experts! Rapidly increasing his strength! He was practically drooling over it.
"But Brother Xiao Heng, aren't you...!" Xun Er paused midway, then smiled and continued, "I understand, Brother Xiao Heng...!"
She enunciated the two words "Xiao Heng" with particular clarity.
Beside them, even Xiao Yi Xian could not bear to watch any longer. This guy was being far too shameless! She tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Restrain yourself a little!"
Xiao Heng did not care. His surname was Xiao to begin with, and he was also a member of the Xiao Family. By the rules, he was qualified to enter the Heaven Tomb in the first place. As for pride, over the years, he had abandoned that thing more than once for the sake of profit. What difference would doing it once more make?
At midnight, Xiao Heng sat cross-legged on his bed, circulating his cultivation technique and drawing the surrounding natural energy into his body.
Cultivating properly was truly rather slow, but this pace was actually the most normal, the easiest to maintain, and the most common.
Fortuitous opportunities were certainly important, but daily cultivation like this was equally indispensable.
Moonlight streamed in through the window. Suddenly, Xiao Heng opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.
With a single step, Xiao Heng vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already atop a mountain peak. At its summit