An Jing had been practicing the Sun Strafe Art recently. Although she had improved greatly, she had failed to comprehend the true meaning of the Sun Strafe Art and advance to the Epic stage.
With her talent, it shouldn't have been difficult for her to advance to the Epic stage, but due to her body's ailment, she was unable to comprehend the true profundities of the Sun Strafe Art.
An Jing wasn't afraid of suffering. She could endure the excruciating pain of her old ailment every time she cultivated the Sun Strafe Art.
However, gaining insights wasn't something that could be resolved through suffering. Those with poor talent might not be able to match someone who gained an epiphany overnight even if they practiced for ten years.
An Jing had talent, perceptivity, and was diligent enough. She could be said to be a rare genius in the world, but her body wasn't suitable for cultivating the Sun Strafe Art. It made her feel as though something was blocking her, preventing her from comprehending the true meaning of the Sun Strafe Art.
After failing to comprehend it again, An Jing huddled in a corner of the room in pain. She had to endure such pain every time she cultivated the Sun Strafe Art.
Her phone rang as An Jing barely managed to stand up. She walked to the table and picked up the phone.
"My Little Jing, I haven't seen you in a long time. Mommy wants to have a meal with you. Are you free tonight?" Ouyang Lan's voice sounded from the phone.
"Today …" An Jing had just cultivated the Sun Strafe Art, so the pain in her body didn't disappear that quickly. She really didn't wish to move a single step.
"Mommy only has you and Tianzuo. Tianzuo is busy with military affairs, and I haven't seen him for many days. You have to stay on campus for school, so every day, the house is empty and I'm the only one left. I'm all alone …" As Ouyang Lan spoke, she felt like she was about to cry. It was heartbreaking to hear it and tears to hear it.
"I got it. I'll be back tonight," An Jing said helplessly.
Ouyang Lan immediately turned from gloomy to sunny as she said happily, "Then I'll wait for you at Mi Gao Restaurant. By the way, remember to get Little Wen to have a meal with me. I haven't seen him in a long time. I'll get Ah Sheng to pick you up at the school entrance."
"You won't …" Before An Jing could finish her sentence, a beeping sound came from the receiver. Ouyang Lan had already hung up.
An Jing frowned slightly. Although she had already put aside the matter of the spot when she took the initiative to let Zhou Wen replace her at the Holy Land, she still wasn't willing to face Zhou Wen. Whenever she saw him, there was always a knot in her heart.
She had always felt that if it weren't for her body's problems, she would be the most suitable candidate.
She had the intention not to call Zhou Wen, but since Ouyang Lan had already said so, she hesitated for a moment. After washing up and changing her clothes, she walked out of her building and arrived outside Zhou Wen's.
She pressed the doorbell, but after a while, Zhou Wen didn't come out.
"It's not that I don't want to call, but he isn't here." An Jing pressed the button three times, but there was no response. Therefore, she turned around and prepared to leave.
Bang!
At that moment, An Jing suddenly heard a sound coming from Zhou Wen's building. It sounded amiss, as though something had shattered.
"Could something have happened to him?" An Jing glanced at Zhou Wen's building, but on second thought, What has his accident got to do with me?
She turned around and walked a few steps. Just as she was about to return to her yard, she turned back and walked to the door of Zhou Wen's building. She pressed the doorbell again and as she did so, she muttered to herself as though she was trying to convince herself, He lives next door. It's just a wall away. If something happens on his side, how can I be implicated? I have to figure this matter out.
However, there was still no response after pressing the doorbell a few times. Instead, the sound of something shattering came from the building again.
An Jing looked up and saw that the glass door to the balcony on the second floor wasn't locked. She leaped up and landed on the balcony. She pushed open the balcony door and walked in.
"Zhou Wen, what are you doing?" An Jing said as she walked in.
No one answered her. Instead, there was another bang. An Jing heard it clearly this time. The sound came from the training room.
"The training room is soundproof. Even if he was punching a sandbag, there wouldn't be such a sound coming out. What is he doing? Don't tell me something really happened? An Jing thought to herself as she looked around. Immediately, she saw that the floorboards had been burned to the point of distorting, as though they had melted and solidified. She immediately felt that something was amiss and felt that something had indeed happened.
An Jing naturally didn't know that the floorboards had been burned while Zhou Wen was summoning the goldfish. She imagined that Zhou Wen had been attacked.
Don't tell me the League's Special Inspection Bureau has done something to him? An Jing quickly walked to the training room and pushed the door. The door was locked from the inside and couldn't be pushed open.
An Jing knocked on the door a few times and called out Zhou Wen's name a few times, but there was no answer. She was even more certain that something had happened to Zhou Wen.
Without any hesitation, he summoned a sword and slashed the steel door of the training room in half. Then, he rushed into the training room.
The scene she saw when she entered left An Jing slightly taken aback.
The scene she had imagined didn't appear in the training room. There were no people from the bureau, nor were there any signs of a fight. Nothing had shattered either.
The only thing she could see was Zhou Wen's entire body floating in midair. His entire body seemed to emit light and heat, like a sun.
Although the light was somewhat ear-piercing, it didn't hurt her. Although the temperature made her feel hot, it wasn't unbearable. Instead, it gave her a comfortable feeling, as though she was basking in the sun.
He's condensing a Life Soul … An Jing stared at Zhou Wen as her pupils constricted slightly.
When she defeated Zhou Wen with one strike, he was only at the Mortal stage. In less than a year, Zhou Wen was already condensing a Life Soul to advance to the Epic stage. This speed was just too fast, so fast that An Jing was somewhat envious.
If it wasn't for my old illness, I would have long advanced to the Epic stage. If it wasn't for the fact that I can't go to the Holy Land, the Sun God bloodline in him would have belonged to me, An Jing thought as she looked at Zhou Wen.
But soon, An Jing realized that something was amiss with Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen's strength looked like the result of the Sun God bloodline being compatible with the Sun Strafe Art, but upon careful inspection, she realized that it wasn't the case. It was somewhat different.
What's going on? Didn't he cultivate the Sun Strafe Art? Then what's he cultivating? How did he obtain the Sun God bloodline? An Jing was filled with puzzlement as she carefully sized up Zhou Wen, who was condensing a Life Soul.
Bam! Bam!
An Jing heard the sound again. Now, she realized that the sound came from Zhou Wen's body. It came from his chest, and the sound seemed to be his heartbeat.
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