In the past few years, he had basically carried the two books, World Energy and World Image, with him. He had chosen a technique that was suitable for him and then started to cultivate crazily.
After obtaining a suitable cultivation technique, his progress was almost at a rapid pace. It was difficult to describe, and now he was already the number one expert in the Revolutionary Army.
This time, if General Bai had not called him personally, he would not have come at all. Instead, he would have stayed in his room to cultivate.
"Monkey, come down," Ru Mengxue said.
Xia Ye chuckled, and the treetops swayed.
He leaped onto the soft mud of the forest.
He held a stick in his left hand and waved it around. This stick was carved with strange patterns. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary weapon. It was a treasure he had obtained when the Revolutionary Army ambushed an aristocratic family.
