For Lin Fei and the others, ten days passed in the blink of an eye. Within these ten days, the genius strongmen from the five continents arrived here, gathering in this space. In the last three days, no one was allowed to leave. They were all there, and although the space was large, it soon felt a bit crowded.
Many became bored, and so they started matches like fighting. Lin Fei wasn't interested. Although he contemplated joining in, he thought it was a waste of time. If he had such time, he'd rather cultivate. Like many others, Lin Fei sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room, a vast dark crowd, and he sensed that soon, someone would achieve a breakthrough.
Breakthroughs were common, and Lin Fei felt increasing pressure as breakthroughs happened all around him. Deep inside, he was anxious and uneasy, but what was there to gain from haste? It seemed that he still needed quite some time for his own breakthrough.
