"Yuan?"
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK—"
"What are you doing? It's so late, and you're still not asleep?"
"I... I'm going to sleep soon, Mom!"
Zheng Qiuling, standing at the door, was somewhat puzzled as she reached for the doorknob. However, the sudden vibration of her phone in her pocket made her quickly pull her hand back.
"How was Dad today... Are you coming home to sleep tonight?..."
He heard his mother's voice gradually move towards the bathroom.
Inside the room, Lu Yuan, who was lying on the floor gnashing his teeth, finally relaxed and let out painful groans.
The pain of tearing muscles surged through his body, wave after wave.
He was now practically incapable of even moving his little finger.
"HUFF—HUFF—"
Lu Yuan gasped heavily, staring in disbelief at the ceiling above him.
Did I just... manage to perform all eighteen movements of the Crane-shaped Pile in one go?
Level 3 [Absolute Focus].
It plunged him into an unprecedented state of deep concentration.
