"Wang Ji, you're home too!" Luo Feng stood at the entrance to Wang Ji's house, looking at him in surprise.
Wang Ji smiled. "It's a long story. I came out to take care of some business too, and I'll be heading back in a few days. Come on, let's talk. It's been a long time since we last met."
"Yeah, I hadn't seen you for four months either." Luo Feng and Wang Ji sat in the back garden, with a tea set placed on the stone table.
"So much has happened over these four months—more than in the previous eighteen years." Luo Feng sighed. "What about you? I heard you were studying at the martial hall headquarters. That place is incredible; anyone who isn't a genius can't get in."
Wang Ji said, "The Limit Martial Hall headquarters has two world-famous training camps. One is called the Basic Training Camp... and the other is the Elite Training Camp, also known as the War God Training Camp..."
As Wang Ji drank tea, he slowly explained the training camps and the things that happened within them to Luo Feng.
"Dragon Blood worth 80 billion? One dose can immediately multiply your strength severalfold? And there's marrow that can increase cultivation speed?" Luo Feng stared wide-eyed in shock.
He had never imagined that there was such a higher-end world of martial artists, one beyond ordinary martial artists.
"So this is the circle of geniuses?" Luo Feng was stunned. After standing there blankly for quite a while, he finally clenched his fist and said firmly to himself, I can do it too! If I reveal my talent as a spiritual reader, I can enter the Elite Training Camp too! But...
Luo Feng thought, *Even without revealing my talent as a spiritual reader, I'll definitely be able