Time flowed by slowly.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
The dry season had arrived once again. The Xiahe River gradually ran dry, leaving only a thin stream flowing down the center of the riverbed.
During this time, Fang Yue trained in martial arts every day, his Fist Technique improving with each passing day.
After his training was done, he would take out the Earth Element True Skill and study it, word by word, sentence by sentence, attempting to cultivate it.
Unfortunately, his efforts yielded little result. He couldn't sense the so-called Qi Veins or Primordial Spiritual Power at all.
Gradually, Fang Yue had no choice but to put the Cultivation Technique away and focus solely on practicing the White Tiger Fist.
One day.
'By my count, I've been cultivating this White Tiger Fist for almost two years now.'
