The night passed, and the storm gave way to clear skies.
The Bronze Shell Leaf expanded to over ten feet wide, like a small boat floating on the vast, misty surface of the lake.
Fang Cheng stood atop the leaf, gazing into the distance. All he could see were the rippling turquoise waters of the lake and the vast, boundless sky.
Sky and water merged, an endless expanse of brilliant azure!
In the east, the sky began to pale as the sun rose, casting a shimmering golden light across the water.
He had seized the opportunity presented by the thunderstorm to refine his Thunder Pill to the seventh level in one fell swoop. Now, he was utterly exhausted, his Magical Power all but gone.
He took a deep breath, feeling a warm current as his Magical Power slowly began to recover. With a flicker of intent, the Bronze Shell Leaf carried him into the air, flying toward Cangwu Mountain.
「Half an hour later.」
