Time slipped by, and night fell. The sounds of smithing from the Artifact Refining Shop next door had finally quieted down.
Feng Hao listlessly closed up his shop and returned to his room upstairs. He felt utterly exhausted. A whole crowd of customers had come in, yet he hadn't managed to make a single sale. Just thinking about it was fucking bullshit.
'Whatever. I'll ask Brother Xiong about the situation tomorrow. For now, cultivation is more important.'
Shaking his head with a wry smile, he tipped his head back and swallowed a Life Spirit Pill. He then began to absorb the magic energy from a Level 2 Magic Crystal with all his might. After more than half a month of training in the Secret Realm, Feng Hao could clearly feel that his Genetic Tree was on the verge of leveling up.
