Yang Ge spent a whole day and night dispersing his skills.
However, when it came to restoring his power, it took him less than an hour, and his strength had even improved from before.
Waking up from the deep state of meditation, he opened his eyes to see the pristine moonlight shining through the large hole in his roof, centering on the Cold Moon Blade. His lips slowly curled into a sincere smile.
He knew that although he appeared to have no substantial change, and his combat power hadn't soared dramatically,
but... the vast world had become entirely different!
"Is this what it means to achieve the Way?"
He calmly perceived the changes within himself and slowly raised a hand, gently beckoning to the Cold Moon Blade as one would call a small dog.
