Yu Tianheng had no idea that the calmer Yu Xiaogang appeared these days, the more stifled he felt inside.
He, too, was cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
He rose earlier than a rooster and slept later than a dog, wishing he could squeeze out every last drop of soul power.
But his hard work had not brought the results he wanted.
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar had all broken through in succession. Only Yu Xiaogang's level twenty-nine barrier remained as steady as an old dog, utterly impregnable.
The Mysterious Heaven Skill certainly wasn't weak.
Unfortunately, even the best cultivation method couldn't save trash with insufficient innate soul power.
Every time Yu Xiaogang thought of this, his expression soured.
He stood outside the Gravity Room, observing Tang San and the others' training, when he caught sight of Yu Tianheng still grinning foolishly beside him.
"Tian Heng."
Yu Tianheng reined in his smile and answered respectfully.
"Uncle."
Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and spoke coolly.
"Since you've already seen the effects of the training, why are you still standing here?"
"Huh?"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his voice, making Yu Tianheng shudder.
"Get in there and run with them!"
"Do you want to be the only person on the team who hasn't improved at all?"
The words left a bitter taste in Yu Xiaogang's own mouth.
The only person on the team who hadn't improved at all?
Wasn't that him?
But he couldn't possibly admit that in front of his nephew.
The reprimand snapped Yu Tianheng to attention.
His uncle was pushing him. His uncle only wanted what was best for him.
"Yes, Uncle, you're right. I'll go right away."
Yu Tianheng didn't dare say another word and turned to run into the Gravity Room.
Meanwhile!
Xiao Wu