Lin Yan spent a full hour regulating his breathing on the rooftop before he barely managed to suppress the agonizing turmoil in his sea of consciousness and regain some ability to move.
Bracing himself against the cold ground, he slowly rose and looked down at the brilliantly lit city, his gaze deep.
Hisoka was a madman who acted erratically, but the information he had revealed was immensely valuable.
The Phantom Troupe.
A band of thieves made up of Class A criminals, every member a top-tier Nen user.
For Lin Yan as he was now, these people truly were the finest "whetstones" he could ask for.
Fighting them would not only hone his swordsmanship and Dao heart, but also give him a more direct, deeper understanding of this world's Nen Ability system.
That would be crucial to forming his Golden Core and achieving a deeper fusion between his own Dao and this world's rules.
"Looks like I have no choice but to go to Yorknew City."
Having made up his mind, Lin Yan lingered no longer. He turned and took the elevator back to the hotel.
When he opened the door to his room, he found that Gon, Killua, and Wing were all still awake.
The three of them sat on the living room sofa, watching him with worried expressions.
Gon had already returned from the infirmary. He had some bandages wrapped around him, but he seemed to be in good spirits.
When Lin Yan came in, Gon was the first to jump off the sofa.
"Lin Yan! You're back! Are you okay?!"
Concern was written all over his face.
Killua stood up as well. He looked Lin Yan up and down, his brows knitting tightly when he saw his pale face.
"You... you went to see Hisoka?"
His tone was