Not considering the Tao Heart planting demons, he hasn't practiced even one Divine Technique, pondering endlessly here is useless.
No matter how beautiful the thoughts are now, in the future, Principal Sui will completely dismiss these ideas of his.
At that time, it'll be like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, heart-chilling to the core!
Better to focus on the current matters.
The cultivation of mental techniques is finished, there are still several hours until dawn.
Standing still is no longer enough, Meng Chuan decides to practice his fists again to avoid wasting time.
Without elemental energy in the Red Refining Banner, with a change in expression, he exited the flag.
Inside the attic, it is night.
Meng Chuan raises his arms, interlocks his five fingers, and the water from his kidneys gushes forth.
Water light ripples and flows in the darkness, the sound of rushing water can be heard.
