One day, two days, three days, four days...
One week, two weeks, three weeks...
One month, two months, three months...
Time flew and Qin Fen lived almost the same routine every day.
He would wake up, go to special training, eat, and cultivate. He would rest and sleep when he was tired.
This hermit-like life, like in a scenario where one would be immersed completely, could make people forget time and ignore the existence of space.
Occasionally, the two head of departments, Sakra Azia and Ferrero, would appear in Asura's training ground, to deliver the batch of medicine that belonged to the young people.
As the disciples of the heads, the medicine given by Sacred Martial Hall was quite sufficient.
However, none of this batch of medicine belonged to Qin Fen in the eyes of the Sacred Martial Hall, because he had not passed the so-called apprenticeship test.
