"Oh… The Mystic Hell Realm might be the optimal location to test my strength to my heart's content. Let me discuss this with Senior Brother Xi and Senior Sister Zhou first," Xiao Ming murmured, his brows furrowed in thought.
The token he held provided a detailed description of the Mystic Hell Realm's location, but Xiao Ming wanted to gauge Zhou Mei and Xi Muyao's interest before venturing into such a perilous place.
After all, the forbidden grounds were not to be taken lightly, and having companions who shared his ambition would make the journey both safer and more rewarding.
It had been five days since Xiao Ming entered short-term seclusion to fully digest his recent breakthrough.
Now, his health and state of mind were at their peak, his pale face radiating a newfound charm and handsomeness.
His dark eyes, sharp and penetrating, drifted to the corner of the room where Xue Mao, the snow cat, lay immersed in a cocoon of snow.
