The Preliminary Round Draws to a Close

After confirming that Fang Yue was still there, Lin Ling breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help touching his right eye.

This eye belonged to Lord Han...

Whenever Lin Ling thought about how his lack of strength had kept Lord Han from waking up, he was filled with guilt. He even felt too ashamed to face Fang Yue.

But between his pride and helping Fang Yue, he chose the latter.

If he could, Lin Ling would even have given Lord Han's eye to Fang Yue.

But Qing Chen had explained a whole lot of things Lin Ling didn't understand. It all boiled down to some issue of compatibility: Fang Yue couldn't inherit Lord Han's eye. Besides, the longer the eye stayed in Lin Ling, the more it merged with him. There was no way to remove it and transplant it anymore.

So Lin Ling gave up on the idea.

"Strength. I still need to get stronger!"

Perhaps it was because he had received Lord Han's eye, but Lin Ling's strength had improved by leaps and bounds lately.

He had been firmly stuck at the Postnatal Third-rate stage, but in just these past few days, he had broken through to the Houtian First-class stage.

He was still a long way from the Xiantian Realm, but for someone who had always grown at a snail's pace, this was already a great comfort.

So whenever they had a moment on the road, Lin Ling practiced his martial arts and cultivated, not daring to waste a second.

Compared to the players, who were terribly lazy, Lin Ling's diligence was plain to see.

Beside him, Jing Yan suddenly seemed to remember something and grinned.

"When we see Brother Ye, we've got to give him a real shock!"

For various reasons, they hadn't told anyone