Outer Sect, Earth Fire Hall.
Liu Heng absent-mindedly went about his work. He'd felt a faint sense of unease ever since Zhao Qingmeng told him that Shadow had failed. Yesterday, he had personally witnessed Zhao Zuo pass the assessment for Inner Sect Disciples with flying colors. Now, his unease had reached its peak.
Cultivation is difficult—as difficult as ascending to the heavens. His own Cultivation wasn't just poor; it was terrible. After nearly thirty years of Cultivation, he had barely managed to reach the Late Period of Qi Cultivation. He spent almost every day earning Contribution Points just to keep up, but it was still just a drop in the bucket.
It wasn't until Zhao Qingmeng contacted him and brought him into her small group—one that hunted other Outer Sect disciples—that his desperate situation had eased slightly.
