Two hours later, Ye Yun finished this round of cultivation.
What disappointed him somewhat was that he had failed to use this opportunity to advance his Lunar Force any further.
Even so, the insights gained from this Epiphany had given Ye Yun a direction for comprehending Lunar Force.
He believed that before long, he would be able to raise his Lunar Force to the Minor Achievement Realm.
By then, his cultivation speed would presumably rise along with the improvement of his Lunar Force.
Returning straight to his room, Ye Yun dragged his somewhat exhausted body over and collapsed onto the comfortable bed.
Staring at the utterly bare ceiling, his thoughts could not help drifting back to the scene after today's results had been announced.
At that time, Ye Yun had clearly sensed that many of the gazes directed at him were filled with disgust.
He could understand why.
After all, over the past half year or so, he had heard more or less the claims that martial artists from the Shattered Lands were bandits.
In the eyes of these local prodigies of the True Dragon Continent, prodigies like Ye Yun from the Shattered Lands were undoubtedly bandits who had come to seize their resources.
Normally, with the sect elders keeping them in check, this situation had not been too obvious.
But Ye Yun's sudden rise would certainly intensify the change.
It was foreseeable that in the days ahead, life in the Desolate Sect would become increasingly difficult for martial artists like Ye Yun who came from the Shattered Lands.
And among them, the hostility Ye Yun would face would surely be the fiercest.
After turning it over and over in his mind, the chaotic thoughts in Ye Yun's heart gradually settled.
He felt not the slightest fear toward the coming