Time passed quietly for two days in the Pocket World Blessed Land of Dragon Abyss Pavilion.
During these two days.
Fang Qingyu's daily routine was so clear it bordered on monotony.
Training ground, small courtyard, training ground.
Apart from essential meals and brief rests, Fang Qingyu's figure almost never left the area filled with sweat and explosive bursts of energy.
Like a tireless precision machine.
He continuously rotated between the tempering of Hard Skills and the refinement of Body Technique.
On the training ground.
Fang Qingyu sometimes stands still like a pine tree, guiding the Qi Blood and muscles within his body to throb, stretch, and strengthen according to the trajectory of the Bamboo Shadow Body Tempering Manual. Each subtle motion seemed to bear the weight of a thousand catties, with a jade-like luster emanating from beneath his skin.
At times, he would transform into a blurred and elusive afterimage, weaving through the rapidly moving alloy spike walls.
