This made him understand all the more clearly that "cultivation level was the foundation."
Changing just one factor-the "weapon"-had actually made the situations in the two fights so vastly different.
He truly could not gauge where he stood by that astonishing upper limit he could only occasionally reach when numerous conditions aligned. The stable part, the part less affected by external conditions, was his true strength.
Seeing the sky gradually darken, Pei Ye said his goodbyes and left. He had come today partly to ask some questions about the Golden Autumn Martial Contest, and partly to fulfill his promise to the children that day to "come practice martial arts with everyone at the Martial Arts Hall."
It was precisely because he had seen no one around that he had been about to leave after consulting Master Huang.
By the time Pei Ye arrived at the Martial Arts Hall the next day, the morning was already half over.
He had wanted to come earlier, but as soon as he got up, the little cat, who had crouched by the window pondering all night, suddenly caught hold of him. Placing a little paw in his palm, the cat earnestly asked whether he felt something stirring within his body.
Pei Ye felt nothing.
So the little cat kept him there investigating for ages, first gazing into his eyes at length with those icy jade eyes, then having him close his eyes and feel carefully, and even trying to bring a tiny Dark Blue flame blossom close to him.
Only after his arm had been singed into several blisters without producing any results was Pei Ye able to get away.
This time, Black Cat did not follow him, but crouched at the mouth of the well, thinking about who knew what.
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