Early the next morning, Zhou Qiubai stood on the stone steps.
"It's time to go."
If they still could not settle this after more than a year, that would be far too much of a failure.
The Elevator slowly rose. Zhou Qiubai stood by the railing, his gaze fixed on the market at Lower Cliff. As they climbed higher, the lively scene gradually shrank in his field of view.
They were not admiring the scenery.
This time, they were going to wash away their shame.
They would not suffer the same failure they had a year ago.
Perhaps it could be said that since the two of them had teamed up, they had rarely tasted defeat. Though that had not been the last time, the feeling of failure was never a pleasant one.
The Elevator finally stopped. The training ground was still the same training ground. In the field, twelve people were already waiting, scattered in twos and threes across its various corners.
Ding Dayou leaned against the Elevator railing, the expression on his face much more relaxed than it had been a year ago.
He winked at Zhou Qiubai, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, the meaning clear without words.
This time, it felt completely different!
Perhaps these two brats really might create a miracle.
Lu Qinghou watched the two approaching figures, his gaze pausing briefly on Zhou Qiubai before lingering for a breath on Yang Guyun.
His senses were extraordinarily sharp, and in an instant, he caught the changes in the fluctuations of their Soul Power.
Level sixty-one. Level sixty-five. Such improvement in just over a year was rare even across the entire Douluo Continent.
But what drew his attention even more was not their Soul Power levels, but the way the two of them walked over.