Half a year later, after this period of secluded cultivation, Mu Yang decided to set out on another training journey.
After all, unlike Son Goku, who possessed a special bloodline and could shamelessly rely on cheats, Mu Yang could only keep growing by traveling widely, learning from others' strengths to supplement his own understanding of martial arts. After giving Iya and the others some instructions, Mu Yang packed his bags and prepared to depart.
"Senior Brother Mu Yang, have a safe journey."
At the entrance to the Martial Arts Hall, Asuo and the others came to see Mu Yang off.
"Senior Brother, when you come back next time, I'll definitely make you see me in a new light," junior brother Iya said earnestly.
Nis and April were also extremely reluctant to part with him, continuously waving goodbye. "Brother, remember to come back and visit often."
Mu Yang nearly stumbled. That sounded rather strange, as though he were a daughter marrying far from home. But martial artists traveling outside to train had no fixed schedule; a moment could turn into three or five years. It really was like a daughter married off elsewhere occasionally returning to her parents' home.
"Don't worry. Just focus on your own training."
He waved to everyone with a faint smile, then leaped into the air and soared through the sky with the Sky Dance Technique, quickly vanishing into the vast sea of clouds.
Beneath the azure sky, Mu Yang passed through layer after layer of thin mist, advancing through the moist vapor. The moisture clung to the ends of his hair and soon condensed into liquid droplets.
There were still many ancient training schools on Earth. Though their strength might not match Mu Yang's, exchanging knowledge with them would still be beneficial.
Mu Yang chose