The sun was about to rise, signally that the Martial Arts training session would be over, and Sol should begin his Runic Techniques training. However, Sol blocked out all distractions and remained seated like this.
One hour later…
Five hours later…
Half a day later…
One day later…
Sol had sat in this position for one whole day with his eyes closed.
The only thing in his mind was the image of a figure on a throne. His face was obscured by a fog. As he casually rested his chin on his fist, an aloof and cold aura radiated from him. This aloof and coldness seemed as if it was coming from his very bones.
Arrogant beyond extreme, a person like this viewed all living beings under Heaven as nothing more than ants.
But his domineering and almost tyrannical aura would force anyone to bow down before him.
