Lucian heaved a heavy breath and slammed the doors to his chamber shut.
He looked into his inventory and saw the tomes ready and waiting for him, he was sick and tired of being so weak of being so weak that even the servants around him could manhandle him if they felt like it.
The tomes he received from Azerath were his ticket to the life in which he would be free, in which he would have power, in which he would pave his road to cutting the head of that bitch.
It was time to begin his cultivation and enter the red.
The way to cultivate was to draw upon the world's energy and utilise the cultivation techniques to infuse it into the selected organs, the grade of the techniques affected the rate at which the energy could be infused.
