Dawn was breaking, and Zhang Fan lay in bed, looking at his own body, feeling an extraordinary sense of strangeness.
The streamlined figure appeared muscleless, as if he were a pampered young master, except it wasn't as fair in color. Damn, it was practically the embodiment of a sissy.
However, Zhang Fan himself was quite aware of the explosive power of his body.
In just one month's time, his attributes shot up like a rocket.
Strength 30, Intelligence 15, Spirit 32, Constitution 30, Agility 20, and during this period of training, his physical limits had only been broken twice, which he found somewhat incomprehensible.
Dammit, toiling like a dog all day to exhaustion, and only twice?
Even first blood would be more worthwhile – it would be satisfying and actually improve his strength.
Yet that girl Ye Xuan seemed afraid of him. For the past month, aside from coming over in the morning to make breakfast, she was nowhere to be seen at other times.
