[Author's note: Starting from this chapter, the entire story will begin moving at a fast pace. I hope everyone won't drop the book.]
Jiang Huai and the others returned to the inn to recover the Soul Power they had expended. After this match, Jiang Huai had also begun to doubt his own origins.
He wondered if he still had relatives alive, and if he did, why they had never come looking for him. He murmured to himself alone in his room.
In the shadows, Jiang Yi heard her younger brother's words. She set aside her usual coldness and said softly, "Little brother, it's not that we haven't looked for you. We've been protecting you from behind all along."
Neither Jiang Yi nor Jiang Huai heard what the other had said. It was as if Jiang Huai was longing to meet his family, but he did not know what he should do when the time came. What if his family were nobles and looked down on him?
Jiang Huai shook his head, scattering the questions filling his mind, and began to enter meditation and cultivate. Ever since he had pulled out the true Ash Ruins Dragon Abyss in his sea of spirit last time, Jiang Huai had always felt that there was a powerful sword energy inside his body that he had yet to refine.
And so, Jiang Huai began refining that power inside his room, and the aura around him gradually grew stronger.
Late at night, Spirit City began a full curfew. All commoners were forbidden from walking the streets, and beggars were forbidden from sleeping on the streets.
Suddenly, a beam of sword light shot into the sky from Jiang Huai's room. The aura around him directly broke through two levels, bringing him to rank fifty-five Soul King. On