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Seven days of classes flashed by in a blink.
Jiang Ding did not continue practicing swordsmanship in the Fog Spirit Pearl but devoted all his time to healing. After several days, his injuries had somewhat healed, but his complexion was still deathly pale.
"It will take another month for the wounds on my Divine Soul to heal,"
Jiang Ding briefly calculated, took a deep breath, and felt the peril of clashing Sword Intents.
As for harming the foundation, that was impossible.
The superior artifacts that had been specially refined, and after having been thoroughly checked by the Central Array Spirit Computer, could not possibly damage the foundation unless one deliberately sought death.
End of class arrived.
Rows of Air-Space Warplanes returned and lined up neatly. Beams of Escape Light flew to Immortal Luling's presence, standing tall and proud like nails, in complete silence.
Someone was a little late; everyone else had already arrived, with just one person missing.
