He had to possess a life-saving trump card, one powerful enough to escape from a top-tier Marquis, before he could step out of the mountain gates.
Otherwise, leaving the mountain wouldn't be a journey of experience; it would be a death sentence.
His mind was a turbulent sea, but Li Wen quickly composed himself.
He washed up, had a simple yet meticulously prepared Spiritual Energy breakfast from the logistics department, and then went to his study.
After grinding out his daily six hours of scholar experience and eating lunch, he changed into his training clothes and headed to the private training ground in his courtyard.
The moment the cold iron battle blade was in his hand, its icy touch scattered the last of his stray thoughts.
