After breaking through to the Seventh-Order Upper Position, Xu Jingming's abilities across the board had surged dramatically.
His sprinting and flying speeds had also improved greatly from before.
So although he had ventured nearly three hundred kilometers deep into Oceania's Wilderness Area and could not fly too conspicuously,
it had still taken him less than four hours to return to Melbourne.
By then, night had only just fallen, and all of Melbourne was shrouded beneath a gray curtain.
However, scattered neon lights had begun to flicker throughout the city.
This super metropolis was about to welcome its most bustling nightlife.
Whoosh—
Brilliant Thunder Dragon Wings spread behind Xu Jingming, turning him into a streak of golden light as he flew toward Thunder Martial Hall.
As the curator of Thunder Martial Hall's Melbourne Branch, Ling Shuang had many matters to handle every day, leaving her with little time even for cultivation.
That situation had improved more than a month ago.
Su Qingli had arranged for an Eighth-Order Lower Position Grandmaster named Zhao Ying to come serve as Vice-Curator.
Zhao Ying had already reached the end of her cultivation path. She did not need to spend much time cultivating each day and could focus on handling administrative affairs.
In other words, Su Qingli had found Ling Shuang and Xu Jingming an administrative assistant.
It did not mean much to Xu Jingming, since he had practically never managed the Thunder Martial Hall branch.
But it had been a tremendous help to Ling Shuang. Now, she did not even need to go to the curator's office anymore.
She cultivated in the Villa every day and left everything to Zhao Ying. Only when Zhao Ying could not handle something would she step in herself.
Thus, Xu Jingming did not fly toward the Martial Hall Building,