This was their destiny. Hex Zui and the others had come to terms with it, deciding to leave things to fate and take it one day at a time. Only Li Tianyi cultivated even harder, believing that Wang Meng and Mingren would surely return, stronger than ever. Call it naive, call it foolish—this was how he lived.
Another half a year passed. A loud BANG echoed through Wolong Mountain as Wang Meng was sent flying, followed by Mo Chen's hearty laughter.
"Lad, it looks like you've fully recovered."
Wang Meng scrambled back to his feet. "Thank you, Senior. I'm not sure if it's a breakthrough, but I can feel my power building up."
"Heh, according to your theory, others need forty-nine layers, but you only need forty-five. You're just a hair's breadth away from Minor Perfection now."
"But I've failed to live up to your expectations, Senior. The Artifact Soul still hasn't appeared."
Wang Meng was a little ashamed.
