Just as Xu Fan closed his eyes to recuperate, he suddenly sensed the signs of tumultuous energy and blood from Xiong Li, who was not far from him.
"Xiong Li, what's wrong?" Xu Fan asked.
"Disciple hates that his cultivation level is weak and cannot contribute to the sect, which makes me feel resentful for a moment."
Xiong Li suppressed the boiling energy and blood within his body.
"I appreciate your desire to contribute to the sect, but you don't have to be like this. Cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight."
"Focus on your cultivation, and after your level improves, you will naturally be able to support the sect."
"For now, you all should focus on cultivation and observing the situation." Xu Fan comforted.
"Yes." Xiong Li said, like a shot of adrenaline had pumped him up.
Hearing about supporting the sect, his heart was even more stirred.
As Xu Fan closed his eyes and recuperated, a huge lion's shadow appeared in the sky outside the Steel Great Wall.
