It wasn't until dusk that Lu Ren slowly finished his practice, exhaling a visibly massive Qi arrow that silently bored a thumb-sized hole through a brick wall ten meters away.
The repeated information about such skill level increases filled his mind thousands of times, bringing back the thrill he felt when his skill level improved during early practices of fist techniques.
If not for gaining skill points through killing, Lu Ren would feel nothing about these incremental skill improvements.
Alas, having seen much prosperity, it's hard to return to an era of poverty.
Muttering to himself, Lu Ren stood atop the tall building for a long time, finally locking his gaze onto a girl whose back was turned to him. This was the same girl he saw this morning with a schoolbag on her back, and now, after school, she seemed ready to start her journey home along the road.
