Lei Zi finished the proposal in a single night. Early the next morning, he said goodbye to Chen Mu and headed out toward the Low-Level Illusion Card Club. Chen Mu asked whether he wanted company, only to get an eye roll from Lei Zi.
Alone at home, Chen Mu began his daily training. From the Body-Strengthening Exercise to Perception training, he completed every part meticulously.
While his Perception showed no sign of increasing, the Body-Strengthening Exercise kept making his body stronger. His muscles did not bulge, but his tough, resilient tendons held tremendous power, and his outstanding flexibility made his movements all the more agile.
Perception sharpened his six senses. The flow of air and even the slightest movement could not escape his awareness. Yet Chen Mu felt that his greatest improvement lay elsewhere: his tolerance for pain. The agony of Perception training had not diminished in the slightest. Every day, he could be said to live amid deep waters and scorching flames.
As long as I can see myself growing stronger little by little, I have to grit my teeth and hold on, even if the process is filled with pain!
His childhood experiences had taught him how hard survival was, and how important strength could be. Compared with those things, what did this little bit of pain amount to?
"Young master!" The butler stood respectfully before Zuo Tingyi. He had served the Zuo Family for a full thirty years, and even Zuo Tingyi treated him with considerable courtesy. Yet he always remembered his duties as a butler and never overstepped his bounds.
Zuo Tingyi looked up from his book. Seeing the butler, he gave him an inquiring look.
"We have some results concerning the matter you asked us to investigate thoroughly," the butler said, choosing his words carefully.