A fighting spirit, a yearning from the very depths of his soul, rose within him once again.
The Starry Sky Cup, higher realms of the Martial Dao...
To achieve any of it, he would have to fight with more grueling, more fanatical effort!
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In the meditation chamber, all was silent.
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes. The warmth in their profound depths, left over from the conversation with his master, had vanished completely, replaced by an absolute calm and focus as still as an ancient, frozen pool.
The path forward was crystal clear. All that remained was to act.
With a single thought, he issued a command.
"Hammer."
VMMM—
A faint spatial ripple vibrated through the air, and a streak of red and white light coalesced before Qin Feng.
The light faded to reveal a Little Flying Dragon, about thirty centimeters long, with an exquisitely crafted and adorable design.
