Were he willing to become a member of the Eternal Sect and follow this seat into battle across the eight desolations and six directions?
When those words entered Zhao Doudou's ears and reached his Sea of Consciousness, he stood rooted to the spot like a wooden carving. The blankness in his eyes made it seem as though he had completely lost his soul.
No one knew how many nights he had spent imprisoned, dreaming of himself wearing the Eternal Sect school uniform.
Nor did anyone know how disappointed and pained he was whenever he returned from the dreamscape to reality.
No!
Dai Lü, who was locked in the same cell, knew.
Because he often saw that fellow curled up on the wooden bed in the middle of the night, as though he did not belong in the entire world.
Zhao Doudou's Cultivation was not high, but his mentality was good.
To move Jun Changxiao, he had turned himself into a spiritual mentor and poured chicken soup into the prisoners, all to prove that he was capable!
"Father, Mother."
Zhao Doudou muttered, "Am I... dreaming?"
"Boom!"
A brutal kick sent him flying, and he slammed fiercely into the wall. Intense pain instantly spread through his entire body.
"How about now?" Jun Changxiao asked.
He had not kicked Zhao Doudou to make him deeply understand that this was no dream. He simply wanted to see what level the other party had reached after using the Eternal Sect's Heaven and Earth Attributes.
Not bad.
He had already reached Peak Martial Master.
Jun Changxiao had forgotten Zhao Doudou's realm when he first came in, but he reckoned it had been somewhere between Martial Apprentice and an early-stage Martial Master.
Without the aid of various tools or any profound Cultivation Method, he had broken through