Cultivation of the fire element saint body was divided into two stages: the elementary stage and the perfected stage. I could now be considered to have entered the elementary stage.
That was hardly surprising. Everyone said Mu Xueyi was aloof, shunned the world, and was utterly inscrutable. Countless members of royalty had no way to curry favor with him, so how could they have imagined he was a physician in the obscure Flying Fox Valley?
He thrust his sword again and again, his sword forms agile as the blade flashed up and down. Before long, he had dispatched six of the eleven men. The rest not only had no intention of retreating, but all pressed forward to surround and attack him.
I had never thought carefully about that question, but now there was no way for me to turn back. The trust between us was like that sheet of paper I had crumpled up and thrown away last time: once creased, it could never return to its original state.
"It's all right. It's all in the past now, and the Xia Family has suffered retribution too," I said softly.
"That's true." I nodded and said nothing more, simply picking up my cup and taking a sip.
Unable to sense even a trace of spiritual energy, he could no longer even control his primordial spirit to leave his body. He could only remain fixed in one place, unable to move at all.
Liu Zishan was delighted to be going to Tokyo to report on his duties, because once he went there, he would be able to get closer to the General Lord. Then he could work his connections and try to get a job in the General Lord's camp.
"My name is Fang Ting. I'm very happy to receive this award."