(Second update)
Clear Sky Sect.
Outside a bedroom.
Xiao Wu kept glancing toward Yang Ming's bedroom, her small pink fists clenched nervously, unable to hide the exhaustion between her brows.
Ever since the battle with Qian Daoliu, Yang Ming had chosen to enter seclusion, sorting through his experiences and insights so he could settle and transform himself, thereby breaking through to level 70 Soul Saint.
But no one had expected Yang Ming's seclusion to last so long.
A full half year!
Throughout those six months, Xiao Wu had waited outside the bedroom, terrified that something might happen to Yang Ming. She had even lost her appetite from worrying too much about him, and her face had visibly grown far more haggard, making her a pitiful sight.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A knock sounded at the door.
Tang San pushed the door open and entered, carrying a food basket. He took out the fragrant dishes that had just been cooked, handed them to Xiao Wu, and said:
"You don't need to worry so much. Yang Ming is a once-in-ten-thousand-years monstrous genius. Nothing will happen to him. I'd wager that after being in seclusion for so long, he'll give everyone a huge surprise when he emerges."
"Mm."
Xiao Wu answered Tang San with only a nasal murmur.
Watching Xiao Wu stare blankly at Yang Ming's bedroom, Tang San sighed deeply inside but said nothing more. Scenes like this one had played out almost every day over the past six months. Tang San knew he could not persuade Xiao Wu, so there was no point continuing to waste his breath.
Tang San found a stool and sat down, a trace of reminiscence flashing through his eyes.
After Spirit Hall's campaign against the Clear Sky Sect, everyone in the sect had reached a consensus: if