Garcia Coleman scanned the area with cold eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"They... have to be hiding here," Garcia whispered to himself.
Inside the Mystic Realm.
Paul Randall and I had no clue about what was happening outside.
We kept going with the relaxed training session, as Paul taught me the "line word formula" from the Nine Secrets.
I picked up cultivation techniques incredibly quickly; in just half a day, I'd completely mastered the final technique of the Nine Secrets.
I slowly opened my eyes, let out a long breath, and whispered, "With the line word formula, I should at least be able to keep myself alive."
Next to me, Paul said, "Even with the line word formula, you're not guaranteed safety."
I frowned, puzzled, and asked, "How come?"
Paul explained, "Against a Martial Saint, if you slip up for even a second, they can lock down the space around you."
"When that happens, no matter how fast you are, there's no way out."
My expression changed slightly.
