The wounds on his cheeks were bleeding incessantly, spreading and increasing with each touch.
Lu Bei stood still, urging the 'Sword Body' skill to contend with it. In the rigorous training that was akin to self-torture, the experience of the Sword Body was maxed out. He leveled up on the spot, barely exhausting the remaining energy at the wound.
Lu Bei: "..."
He didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment.
From the outside, the palace pillars embedded in the rock wall were towering, and the two half-open stone doors were incredibly heavy and grand. The palace interior certainly wasn't small either.
But reality was not so; Lu Bei stopped the blood flow from his wounds and arrived at the end of the palace after walking only a few steps.
The huge stone wall towered up, about thirty feet high and ten feet wide. As flat as a mirror, it was engraved with various sizes of tiger figures, along with text to fill the blanks.
