Seeing the students around him leave, Xia Ping didn't keep pressing the issue. He was injured and wasn't fit to fight anyone else for the time being, lest he delay his recovery.
"Xia Ping, I don't think you're in very good shape. Should you go to the hospital?" The middle-aged teacher looked at him. "The chance to enter the Cloud Mist Mountain Range is important, but your life is even more important."
"Even if entering the Cloud Mist Mountain Range and obtaining the Water of Life would bring tremendous benefits, that doesn't mean your future will be bleak if you miss out."
"In fact, quite a few students have never entered the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, yet became King-level powerhouses a hundred years later."
He advised Xia Ping to reconsider, because the Cloud Mist Mountain Range was fraught with danger. If he went in while injured, he might well die there.
Xia Ping waved a hand. "There's no need to worry, Teacher. It only looks bad on the surface. In fact, I'm not seriously hurt, and I'll recover soon. Entering the Cloud Mist Mountain Range won't put my life in danger."
He sounded absolutely confident.
"All right. Since you say so, I won't press the matter. Be careful." The middle-aged teacher glanced at Xia Ping. Hearing how resolute he sounded, the teacher turned and left.
As a teacher, he had only advised Xia Ping out of a sense of duty. Since Xia Ping had made up his mind, there was nothing more he could say.
Xia Ping sat cross-legged on the ground and began meditating, making the most of his time to recover from his injuries. He paid no attention to what was happening around him as his true qi surged within him.
Meanwhile, a group of students in the