Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
For seven days, Qin Fang never left his home. He spent every day practicing his Darts, nursing his injuries, and recuperating.
His master came by a few times to bring him food, and Qin Fang managed to get another four Darts...
When he asked for the Darts this time, his master's expression was complicated, but he ultimately agreed.
He now had five Darts in total, but due to the injury to his right leg, mobile target practice had to be put on hold for now.
However, training to attack different targets was now on the agenda.
Qin Fang practiced with great diligence. The progress on his panel was significant; in seven days, his Skill Points had reached 207.
It wasn't particularly fast. At this rate, he estimated it would take over three months to advance to the next stage.
He greatly looked forward to the Epiphany of the next stage.
"My son!~"
A mournful wail suddenly rang out from outside, followed by the sound of funeral music.
