"In my life, I came into my own rather late, leaping over the Dragon Gate just shy of fifty years old; afterward, my ascent was swift," three leaps within twenty years, snatching the title of 'Army Master,' all thanks to a single word: 'steadiness'."
"Ying Lin, although you have some talent, you're in fact not cut out to be my disciple. I hope your transfer to the Seventh Metropolitan Circle will change you, and if it doesn't..."
The voice gradually faded away, and Zhou Ying Lin's face grew increasingly panicked.
He understood that his master was disappointed in him.
Blame it on Xue...!
Just as the thought arose, he seemed to see a pair of indifferent and disdainful silver eyes looking down at him from on high.
"Aaaah!!"
Zhou Ying Lin screamed out in terror.
...
Xue Jing returned to Zhige Base rather quickly.
Currently, without using burst moves like Flames Connecting Colors or Twin Lifes, and simply channeling energy, his speed had almost reached 90 meters per second.
