"How's your progress in the Soaring Heaven Technique cultivation?" Feng Xiupu stood beside Chen Fei and suddenly whispered.
"I've generally reached the perfection level," Chen Fei looked at his master with some curiosity, wondering why Feng Xiupu brought this up out of nowhere.
"I have a question I'd like to test you on," Feng Xiupu cleared his throat and said.
Lately, using the meditation cushion Chen Fei had given him, Feng Xiupu's comprehension of the cultivation techniques had been progressing rapidly. It was akin to the foundational principles Chen Fei had instilled in him when he first began his training.
Being strong in combat wasn't the true measure of one's abilities; it was about being fast and enduring to live a long life.
