Jiang Chen stepped out of the Martial Scroll Hall as the afternoon sunlight slanted across the stone steps, painting the sect buildings in gold while distant bells echoed softly.
As he descended the steps, he thought, 'If I master Traceless Ink Steps to even basic proficiency, my speed should improve by a large margin. I could likely become the fastest among the Qi Condensation disciples of the sect.'
'Hm, but the world is vast and geniuses are as numerous as the stars. Not to mention individuals who conceal themselves like hidden dragons. Who would have expected a nobody like me to obtain the Flesh Devouring God Scripture. Who can say that others do not possess methods that are even more terrifying.'
Jiang Chen let out a slow breath, letting the excitement settle back into his bones. Overconfidence was a blade that cut its wielder first. Only those who kept their feet firmly on the ground could walk farther on the cultivation path than those filled with empty arrogance.
