Ten-odd days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was now mid-May.
In the training hall, Chen Chuan sat on a soft mat, dressed in a set of cyan Wuyi training robes. He was using a Breathing Technique to guide his Mutated Organization while also regulating his state of mind.
He had been here consolidating his gains the entire time, only returning to the academy once.
He had already notified the company, using the excuse that his personal training was a requirement from his instructor. As a Wuyi Student, this was naturally his top priority. Ren Shu and the others were understanding and even sent him several sets of training robes and a few tins of fine tea. It was a very considerate gesture.
After about forty-five minutes, he slowly eased his breathing.
