The night passed peacefully.
The next morning, Wang Zhifan woke up on the bed in his rented room, a hint of excitement visible in his eyes.
"Although last night's cultivation didn't allow me to immediately grasp the Great Dream Saber Scripture, I feel I'm not far from mastering it. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow morning, I'll succeed."
Just one night's dream cultivation gave Wang Zhifan a definite feeling, faster than he expected, making him feel a bit elated.
"Let's tackle today's mission first."
After confirming the fruits of last night's practice, Wang Zhifan followed his daily routine. He got up, freshened up, had breakfast outside, then returned to the rented room, closed the doors and windows, and started the day's mission.
The familiar feeling of mental dizziness descended quickly, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a place similar to an underground parking lot.
