"Ah!!!" A heart-wrenching scream came from the neighboring room.
Chu Huaixu stood up from the meditation mat with satisfaction and flamboyantly mimicked him in his room, "Ah!"
Old Chu, tormented to death by "Dysmenorrhea," was now incredibly elated! So much that even his scalp tingled with delight!
"I feel so good, so good." With a beaming smile, Chu Huaixu pushed open the door and headed for the Cold Pool.
In the small room, Xu Ziqing lay disheartened on the ground, his face full of disbelief.
"This cultivation technique, it's so torturous!"
His gaze fell on that little booklet, and suddenly, it dawned on him.
"The two seniors on the first and second pages must not have succeeded! That's why they left such words!"
"This cultivation technique is too difficult and torturous, only the third senior succeeded, thus leaving the words 'Supreme Divine Skill!' Xu Ziqing started to spiral in his thoughts, wildly filling in the gaps with his imagination.
