"The breakthrough must happen as soon as possible, otherwise, it might be hard to defeat the real elites sent by the Demon Sect."
An Jing shook his hands, and the charred skin on his palms was whisked away, just like metal brushing off a layer of ash.
"Your body cultivation technique is indeed extraordinary, definitely of True Transmission Scripture Grade."
Mingguang Dust's gaze slightly condensed.
He originally wanted to remind An Jing to be careful of his 'Pupil Fire,' but considering that some hardships must be faced, just like how a child should be burnt by fire once to learn not to play with it, he hoped this slight loss would instill more reverence for the Inner Strength realm in An Jing.
Now, it seemed, the effect was brilliant; An Jing had heightened his vigilance, ensuring he wouldn't be schemed against by others from the Great Sect of Inner Strength.
But this Body Cultivation Technique... who exactly might be plotted against?
