In the blink of an eye, twelve years had passed. Jiang Qiu had followed the tribe's main Hunting Team, hunting far and wide to temper his body. The many battles he fought helped purify his Luminous Blood.
And after years of grueling training, his body was on the verge of reaching the Copper Skin Realm.
Body Refining was no easy feat in this world. Scratches and bruises crisscrossed his body like a spiderweb. He had shed his skin layer after layer and had even broken his arms at times.
But it was nothing compared to what Xiong had endured.
CREAK—
He pushed open the courtyard gate and stepped over the threshold. Just then, he caught sight of Xiong. His left arm was in a black sling across his chest, and he was using his one good hand to wipe down the shaft of an Iron Spear.
"Uncle Xiong, I'm back."
Jiang Qiu set down the large haunch of venison he was carrying. His gaze fell to Xiong's left arm, and he felt a pang of sadness.
