As Chiron thought thus far, he waved his hand and a pen and paper appeared. He made down some jottings.
It took almost an hour for him to write out his plan but by the time he was done, he could not help but smile at it.
He waved his hand again and both pen and paper were gone.
Just because he wanted people like Elder Fatso to pay for making his life a living hell did not mean that he had given up on the idea to become stronger.
Growth was fundamentally the most important thing on his mind.
Chiron smiled as he sent his consciousness into his dantain. However, what he saw made him frown deeply.
The walls of his Dantain were a mess. Totally absorbing the soul of his dead mother that was of a higher rank in cultivation ended up as honey with venom mixed in it.
