With a single step, Wang Chen crossed thousands of kilometers and returned to the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo.
The familiar courtyard appeared before him.
The air there was calm and refreshing, carrying the gentle aroma of freshly grown herbs. The quiet serenity of the place stood in stark contrast to the chaos he had just left behind.
Nearby, a thin trail of clear smoke rose slowly toward the sky.
It came from Li Mie, who sat cross-legged in quiet cultivation.
Ever since her last conversation with Wang Chen, she had become completely engrossed in one goal—finding a method to push her Golden Core beyond the one-meter boundary.
Her intuition as a regressor was far from ordinary.
Through repeated attempts and instinctive experimentation, she had gradually formed a rough understanding of the path she needed to follow.
A faint soul-calming divine flame flickered at the tip of her finger.
