But just at the moment where he was about to enter, Wang Zheng faltered, short by a little.
Without the help of Blade Techniques, he felt that his mental exertion was short of something, although his Primordial Regression Technique had no problems at all.
Even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice.
But Wang Zheng was still happy. Greed was not a flaw of his. As long as there was progress, then the rest would have to come at its own pace.
Even without Blade Techniques, as his mastery over mental energy improved, he would attain it someday. He could not hope for heaven to keep throwing biscuits directly at his head, like the Rubik's cube.
Thinking thus, Wang Zheng was pretty happy. After tidying up a little, he brought his cauldron downstairs.
