Three years later.
11:00 p.m.
Feng Qi and the Mist Lord appeared in an alley in the northern district of Old Days City.
They then stepped out of the alley.
With the Lunar New Year approaching, a cold drizzle fell from the sky, and their breath turned into white mist that spread through the air.
When they emerged from the dark alley, the ground had already been soaked by the rain, reflecting the streetlights.
The shops along the road had all changed their decorations. Even the streetlights by the roadside were hung with lanterns. Festive red decorations stretched endlessly into the distance, sweeping across the entire city.
The pedestrians wore smiles, their eyes filled with anticipation and joy for the coming New Year.
The sight filled Feng Qi, who had not returned to reality for a long time, with emotion.
By his calculations, he and the Mist Lord had not left the special space for three years.
Over those three years, they had constantly traveled between the Spirit Race's special space and the Training Space, devoting all their time to improving their strength.
The Mist Lord had a strong sense of crisis regarding the future and had never dared to stop growing stronger.
Feng Qi had simply trained alongside the Mist Lord for three years.
Although the Training Space's functions were powerful, it also had obvious limits on growth.
By now, the resources provided by Hei Xuan were no longer enough to meet Feng Qi's growth requirements.
Only the Mist Lord, who enjoyed special treatment, could continue receiving enough resources from Hei Xuan to keep growing stronger.
Besides that, training in the Training Space had another drawback.
Rapid growth made it difficult for him to adapt to his body's increased strength.
After every training session, he needed time to acclimate