Chen Feng could imagine the panic he felt upon arriving in each unfamiliar world, the peril whenever he encountered danger, and the state that fellow was in.
Stephen searched the surrounding area but did not find the corpse of the wizard named Silver Hand. The passage leading underground from the north had already collapsed. If Stephen did not dig it out himself, it would take the native miners at least several months to clear it.
But this personality seemed far too carefree. It felt like having Older Sister Zhi Ling's appearance but Older Sister Jia Ling's personality.
Theoretically, the maximum mana the body could contain was ten times one's mental power. In other words, Stephen could raise his mana to around 400 points through years of cultivation.
"Ah... right, wait." Du Ziteng had only taken a few steps when Ji Ran suddenly thought of a question and hurried after him.
As for Shen Ruoshi's strange actions at the birthday banquet, she began to feel even more confused.
Indeed, the Formless Sword Academy bore the name of the sword and valued actual combat and honor. The cultivators of the Sword Academy pursued the character to fear no hardship, face adversity head-on, and advance despite knowing the difficulties ahead. And over the past two thousand years, the academy's cultivators had repeatedly created miraculous records of defeating the strong with the weak.
"I don't like you. You don't need to look at me like that. Jiu'er always said that you gave me this opportunity because you appreciated my acting skills, but every time someone helped me face-to-face, it was Jiu'er. I won't develop any good feeling toward you." Song Ning spoke just as bluntly.
When the two arrived at the school gate, the familiar sapphire-blue Maserati was already quietly parked by the roadside.