Luo Min's transformation and what Father Miao had said filled Zhao Rui with a growing sense of urgency.
The potential risks were unforeseeable. The only real solution was to increase his own strength.
Back at his place, he didn't rest. Instead, he sat cross-legged and began to review the Martial Arts he had mastered.
The moon was bright and the stars were few; the night was long.
In a flash, the moon set and the morning sun rose, the night's dew settling unseen.
The sky outside the window was already bright.
Zhao Rui, who had meditated the entire night, slowly opened his eyes. A sharp glint, like starlight, flickered within them, making them remarkably striking.
He retracted his aura and composed himself, letting out a long, turbid breath. After stretching his body slightly, he rose to his full height.
The competition was over, but he still had to find ways to earn more Advancement Points.
