There weren't enough transcendent ingredients, or chances to get nourished by spiritual energy.
Subsequent cultivation relied solely on practice... and it almost had to be measured in years to see any effect.
Therefore, behind every Small Achieved Martial Artist on Water Blue Star, there stood a powerful force as a backing.
The man in the white suit changed his expression and, dropping the wooden-like Zhang Long, he approached the other party.
He exchanged a few perfunctory greetings with a stiff smile.
Just as they were about to delve into negotiations,
suddenly there were more footsteps approaching.
Both groups shuddered slightly and turned to look behind them, seeing a pair resembling lawyers, with briefcases in hand, walking up.
Seeing these people, the man chuckled and said, "Quite the coincidence," then
he and his companion receded to a position against the wall.
It was by the corridor behind them.
Just a few breaths later, another group of people surged in.
