"Well done!" Passing by the warrior, Qian Jin patted his head and smiled, "Push a little harder and you may be the chief warrior next year!" The kid just stood there watching Qian Jin walk off. Looking at the broken stick in his hand, he sank into a daze! A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead along with his cheek to the ground! "Is he a Demon Warrior? I can’t believe I just challenged a Demon Warrior!"
As Qian Jin left, he shook his head with a wry smile! What was that about? The young man there was just one year younger! Why did he feel like he was just a kid?
Three days had flown by before Qian Jin knew it; he had been busy with arrow production and strength exercises!
This morning, Qian Jin packed all the stuff he needed into the Warrior Dimension. These items included the newly made bows and arrows, throwing knives, clothes and the strange magic hat. While he walked out of his room with Zhanmadao in his hand, he was jolted by the small seeing-off group.
