In just a few short days, Leonard Churchill felt that he had gained and comprehended more about martial skills than ever before.
Before long, he successfully reached the seventh floor.
It was still in front of that bottomless pit.
The withered old man was meditating cross-legged there.
But it wasn't the deep meditation approaching hibernation that it was before.
Upon hearing footsteps, the old man also woke up immediately.
Leonard Churchill took out the wine and greeted again, "Senior."
Although he still got no response,
He felt things were progressing in a good direction.
At least the old man didn't erupt and rob him of all his wine; on the contrary, he was given the chance to come every day.
Leonard Churchill vaguely felt that the old man's actions seemed to have some deeper intention, such as observation or some sort of test.
After all, if he didn't want to bother at all, he wouldn't have given him the chance to bid favor by bringing wine.
