Su Mu spent fifteen days on the inscription for the first section of the spear shaft, but this time he only needed seven days, less than half the time of last time, more than doubling his efficiency!
After the Beginning of Autumn, Qingyun City was shrouded in endless autumn rain. That night, a figure sat quietly outside the study of the medical hall, raising his eyes to gaze at the endless churning clouds on the horizon, where silver snakes danced wildly amid the thunderstorm, his thoughts deep.
In the boy's eyes, there were black little figures only he himself could see. These silhouettes were constantly performing the first and second forms of the Thunder Shock Fist.
Crackle!
A silver streak tore through the night sky, like a Thunder Spear shocking the heavens.
At this moment, the boy shuddered all over, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he caught a trace of spiritual light. Instantly, the black little figures in his sight began to infer and deduce this spark.
