Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yi abruptly opened his eyes, then shook his head, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.
He always felt that this Spiritual Energy Storm gave him an inexplicable insight.
He even felt that if he could meditate on it, the Martial Arts puzzle that had troubled him for so long should be resolved.
But he never managed to comprehend this bit of insight.
In this wisp of Martial Arts insight, it seemed like he had overlooked or missed something.
In short, three days had passed, and he hadn't gained anything, leaving him somewhat puzzled.
"Hmph." Letting out a light breath, Xiao Yi stopped his training and looked beside him, only to be startled.
"Brother Fang, what are you doing?" Xiao Yi asked in confusion.
At this moment, Fang Shushu was staring closely at him, with noticeable dark circles around his eyes.
"What do you think?" Fang Shushu glared at Xiao Yi.
"I say, Brother Xiao, aren't you afraid of dying?"
