The night faded with time, and as the first pale light of dawn appeared in the distant sky, the door of the dormitory quietly opened.
Despite his fatigue, it could not disrupt Tang San's habits as he silently stepped out of the dormitory. Although it was still quite dark outside, this was his favorite time of the day.
For it was dawn, the beginning, a brand new start. At this moment, he always felt as though everything about him was awakening, and everything was so beautiful.
Behind every genius is hard work, without arduous cultivation, even the most talented Soul Master cannot achieve success. Behind Tang San's apparent strength lay more than ten years of effort.
He skillfully leaped onto the roof, but this time Tang San nearly fell off when he saw someone sitting there, staring intensely at him.
At dawn, people's spirits are most relaxed, and Tang San was no exception. Hence, he had not paid closer attention to his surroundings and was startled.
