After the crowd dispersed, Fang Yuan walked out of the Martial Arts School. A bitter wind, carrying fine snowflakes, rushed straight at his face.
He instinctively tightened his collar and pondered to himself:
Senior Brother Wang didn't come by today. I wonder how things are progressing with the lightness Cultivation Method I asked him to look for.
If he could acquire another exquisite movement technique to complement his current robust vitality and fierce blade techniques, his strength would surely rise to another level.
Thinking of strength made him recall Senior Brother Zhao Tie.
Zhao Tie seemed to cultivate Pebble Qi, a fairly decent Qi Gathering Method.
Perhaps his compatibility was insufficient, which was why he had remained stuck at the threshold of the second rank, unable to make any further progress.
In comparison, his own Essence of Five Grains and the overbearing, ferocious Tiger Lord's Energy were clearly of far superior quality.
Over the past few days, he had taken the Old Ginseng gifted by Zhou Chen and the others.
He could clearly feel his vitality growing ever more vigorous and condensed, his strength increasing visibly almost every day.
The gap in the quality of their Qi Gathering Methods had already revealed itself.
Fang Yuan reckoned that he might not encounter a bottleneck when breaking through to the second rank, because his compatibility was one hundred percent.
Enough of that. It's time to pick up Little Bean Sprout from school.
In this world of Martial Dao, experiencing the ordinary routine of picking up one's child from school had its own unique flavor.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he headed toward Qinglin Academy.
The Martial Arts School and the academy were both in the Inner City, not far apart.
Fine snow still drifted from the sky, falling upon