Outside the Stain Sect, beyond the Sea of Clouds.
Arhat Fulong sat cross-legged on a cliff, his gaze fixed on the vast Sea of Clouds in the distance, the memory of that handsome face replaying in his mind.
"Amitabha... Son of a bitch!"
Furious, Arhat Fulong slammed his palm down, instantly turning the cliff to dust. Even so, it did little to vent even a fraction of the rage in his heart.
In fact, it only made him angrier.
Only now did he finally understand why Lü Yang hadn't stayed to fight him that day... That bastard was planning to wait him out until he died of old age!
It was completely irrational... For a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, how could time for cultivation not be precious?
In the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, just healing injuries could take several decades. Condensing an Innate Ability would take several more. Then there was the search for Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches to refine into an Innate Divine Technique...
