"This Martial Nephew Mo Feng really has spirit," Wu Wang yawned continuously as he walked out of his master's courtyard and ran towards the town outskirts, picking up speed gradually.
They had talked all night, all about matters of Martial Arts cultivation. Wu Wang had also fulfilled his duty as a Martial Uncle by giving Mo Feng some advice. As long as his Martial Nephew Mo Feng went back and walked step by step on the path he had pointed out, he would certainly achieve something great. A leader of the Heavenly Dao still needed to have that much confidence.
Dawn was just breaking. The streets of the town were empty and quiet, the coolness of the early morning seeping into his body, swiftly awakening Wu Wang.
Juggling matters both within the Heavenly Dao and in the Outer Sky was truly exhausting.
The pace at which the Heavenly Dao had been excavating Great Daos had notably quickened recently, and so had the speed at which Wu Wang's true self grasped these Great Daos.
