This night, Zhang San slept exceptionally comfortably, not knowing whether it was because he had spent the whole day hammering iron, which had tired him out.
Although he was still only at the stage of forging the iron ore into two pieces of fine iron and hadn't moved on to the next step.
However, Zhang San did feel that, as he continued to cultivate the Power of Fire Movement, the Yang Fire around his True Core kept increasing, truly allowing his cultivation, which had been stagnating with only Qi growing, to start making further progress.
In that night's sweet dream, Zhang San dreamt of a very amiable old grandfather who told him to wait for him on the bridge over the small river behind his house at night and guided him in the Secret Technique he had been practicing for eight years—the Twelve Layers Tower!
So, when he woke up in the morning, Zhang San washed up as usual, after all, a face this handsome had to be well taken care of.
Then he went to check on how Xu was doing.
