After emerging from the basement where he had spent several days, Wang Yi took a cold shower, then sat on the second-floor balcony in loose white training clothes. Facing the hazy downpour outside, he held a cup of hot tea, gently blew on it, and sipped it slowly, his mind exceptionally calm.
The Wood Crystals are nearly used up, and I've reached the fifth rank of the Planetary level. It's time to make other plans, Wang Yi thought.
Wang Yi no longer cared about the Training Camp's modest rewards, because they could no longer help him improve.
Thus, some time ago, Wang Yi had stopped going out to hunt monsters and stayed in the Training Camp alone to cultivate.
At the time, this decision had left many people unable to understand.
However, the Training Camp clearly respected every student's decisions. Since Wang Yi had voluntarily given up, they would not interfere.
Hong and Thunder God still haven't come out of seclusion? What exactly are they doing? Wang Yi found it somewhat hard to understand.
Over the past two months, Wang Yi had submitted two requests to the Limit Martial Arts School under the pretext of seeking guidance, but every time, he was told that the Head of the Martial Arts School was cultivating in seclusion.
They really are two cultivation maniacs, Wang Yi thought with admiration.
From the perspective of Hong and Thunder God, they were already equivalent to gods among humanity. Everything in the human world was within easy reach, yet they were almost entirely without desire, living lives of tranquil, austere cultivation instead.
Seeking breakthroughs in martial arts and pursuing the limits of the human body—perhaps that was what true Martial Artists like Hong and Thunder God truly thought.
Whether in temperament, willpower, or pursuit, Wang Yi was