Meanwhile, Zhou Chen, absorbed in his cultivation, had no idea someone had already investigated him in secret.
During this time, with so many Blood-Boiling Pills piled on without stint, his cultivation had risen like a boat on a rising tide.
His quarters in Warehouse No. 2.
Splash, splash-
Freezing rain suddenly began to fall through the deep winter night.
It never snowed here, but the winter rain was often harder to endure than snow.
Before the raindrops reached the ground, the bitter cold turned them into hail, which struck the roof tiles with a crisp, crackling clatter.
Who knew how many people would die in the dead of night before this freezing rain was over?
Zhou Chen stood beneath the eaves, watching the rain outside, and exhaled a long breath of white vapor. It held together until it entered the curtain of rain, then dispersed into a thin mist.
With a thought, he burned all the Mist Incense he had accumulated over the past half month. It turned into proficiency and poured into every limb and bone, sending the numbers on his panel climbing rapidly.
At that moment, his vigorous blood vitality was like a furnace burning red-hot.
As the hail slid off the eaves and fell, the immense heat surrounding him actually melted it into raindrops, which struck the ground one by one and left faint wet marks.
Zhou Chen glanced at the panel: [Realm: first-rank skin tempering realm (perfection) 1890/4000]
He was already halfway to the second rank.
He was confident he could reach it in just over another half month.
Knock, knock.
Someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Zhou Chen paused, then said softly, "Come in."
The door creaked open. A guard wearing a straw rain cape cupped his fists. "Lord Zhou, a martial warrior calling himself