Inside the Training Room.
Yang Jing suddenly rose from his cattail mat, the airflow around him stirring slightly from the abrupt movement.
The confusion and restlessness in his eyes were long gone, replaced by a rock-like determination.
The loss in the contest for the number one prospect was just a small bump on the long road of the Martial Dao, not the end.
He firmly believed that as long as he resolutely moved forward in his chosen direction and cast aside all distracting thoughts, he would be the one to have the last laugh.
Yang Jing calculated inwardly. Even without the boost from the Exotic Beast Musk in the Grade A Training Room, his cultivation speed would slow.
But relying on the resources of the Grade B Training Room and his own arduous training, he was certain he could polish his Mountain-Breaking Seal to the Peak of the Qi Eating Realm within a month. Then, he could make a concerted push to break through to the Qi Absorption Realm.
