'Another year has passed.'
'Time flies.'
'I wonder how the Candle Dragon Race is doing.'
Su Qing thought about what might have happened after he left. With Su Qing gone, the Candle Dragon Race had likely lost their so-called backer.
Zhu Yuan also seemed to have gone to the Star Sea Tree to cultivate.
"..."
'Who knows? They have to stand on their own two feet eventually. What's there for me to worry about?'
'If that's what happened, then it's their own trial to overcome.' Su Qing became indifferent once more.
In two years, he had gained 30,000 Skill Level.
He now had over 270,000 Skill Level.
Su Qing was overjoyed.
With only ninety thousand Skill Level to go, he would reach Perfection in about six years.
When the time came, Su Qing would once again find a remote place to make his breakthrough.
'I should reach Perfection within five years.'
'Dao Fruit Perfection...' Su Qing thought of his Time Dao Fruit.
