After a long while, the gates opened and Meng Yu came out. She became... even happier.
"You, have you condensed the third type of Sword Intent?"
As Meng Yu walked out, the aura he exuded made her feel that he had grown stronger.
"No, I'm not some kind of genius."
"It's all right, it's all right, that's normal. It's my fault; we don't have enough alchemical elixirs or resources to help you break through. Don't worry about it, cultivation isn't something to be rushed."
Little Swallow felt a bit disappointed. Her group of more than twenty people actually didn't have many resources. Only Little Fox had a bit more, but Meng Yu refused to take them, stating that it wouldn't be right.
The teachers always said that cultivation was all about resources. With enough resources, even a pig could fly. And Meng Yu... he had to kill someone for a Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill!
Maybe, he had only gained a little insight this time, or maybe, he actually could have broken through...
