A month passed so uneventfully.
With Miao Yu and her companions helping to handle the trivial matters, Wang Junze devoted almost all his thoughts to cultivation. Every day, apart from absorbing spiritual qi to refine his divine soul, he practiced swordsmanship. Occasionally, he would guide Miao Yu and the others in their cultivation, but he never went out, nor did he have any intention of interacting with other disciples in the sect.
Such frenzied training made even Miao Yu and Miao Jie tremble slightly with anxiety.
They didn't know how the true disciples trained, but they dared say that there was absolutely no one in the entire Inner Sect who could be as diligent as Wang Junze—no, not even half of his dedication.
Encouraged by Wang Junze, the two of them became much more diligent in their cultivation, yet they still couldn't compare to Wang Junze!
It was too extreme!
If they practiced as frenziedly as Wang Junze, they even suspected they would collapse.
