While Pang Yi was immersed in the joy of his ever-strengthening divine sense, Kui Yong had already stopped tending to his injuries.
His thoughts were entirely on Pang Yi, sensing the continual growth of Pang Yi's divine sense.
The changes each day made him nod inwardly.
Pang Yi's talent went without saying. Even his defeat at Huang Xiao's hands could not negate it.
This counts as the second time, doesn't it? Kui Yong thought to himself.
He had carried out his next plan once long ago, but after doing so that time, he had lost his memories.
Only later had he gradually recovered his memories and learned of the past. He had not expected to have to do it again now.
Unfortunately, the real me still needs some time. Otherwise, there would be no need for all this trouble. Still, as I am now, I'm more than capable of sweeping all beneath heaven, Kui Yong thought. I accomplished it ten thousand years ago, and I can do the same now. There's no need to expose my secret at all.
Twenty days later, Pang Yi's divine sense had grown tremendously again.
Kui Yong quietly drew a breath. "It's about time. Although the divine sense I have here is incomplete, it's still powerful. Pang Yi should be able to withstand it now."
At that thought, Kui Yong stirred his divine sense.
Over these past days, Pang Yi had remained excited, the growth of his divine sense giving him a feeling of incomparable strength.
The feeling was simply wonderful.
He could vaguely sense Kui Yong constantly examining him, but he did not give it much thought.
As he saw it, Kui Yong was probably observing the changes in the strength of his divine sense before deciding when to teach him the next cultivation