The stairs connecting the eighth and ninth floors.
Shen Ye and Xiatelai sat on the steps.
-This spot lay between two floors, outside the trials of either floor, making it an excellent place for a temporary rest.
Shen Ye handed Xiatelai a can of soda and checked on Little Western Heaven.
The bronze man and the doppelganger were still mining.
Time continued to flow steadily at a ratio of "three months to one day," so the leveling efficiency remained quite high.
He had now reached tier thirteen of the Dharma Realm.
As for his class-
Once his attributes were strong enough, the power of the Three Arts would also increase.
His Dharma Form would naturally grow.
His Immortal Kingdom class would advance along with it.
None of that posed a problem.
It was just that-
All of this took time.
Yes.
He simply needed time.
Shen Ye thought to himself.
Xiatelai took a sip of her soda. His thoughtful expression reflected in her eyes, and with a turn of her thoughts, she understood.
"When I left Death Planet back then, do you remember why I took the Huntian Art with me?"
Xiatelai asked.
"I remember," Shen Ye said readily. "You thought I was too weak back then and were afraid someone would discover I had one of the Three Arts and bring disaster down on me."
"Do you hate me?" Xiatelai asked.
"How could I?" Shen Ye laughed. "You were right. If I'd kept the Huntian Art back then, someone might have taken it from me long ago."
Xiatelai smiled sweetly, formed a Spell Seal with one hand, and pointed at the space between Shen Ye's eyebrows.
"The Huntian Art agreed to come with me back then for the same reason."
"But things have changed now-"
"You've kept proving yourself,