It's just that I don't know why the Paradise Sect hasn't taken revenge on me.
But even so, Zhao Ya remained vigilant.
After all, no one knows if this is the calm before the storm.
The only thing Zhao Ya can do is to cultivate diligently and watch as things develop.
In the blink of an eye, autumn passed and winter came, a whistling north wind stripped the city of its leaves, and people began to wear winter clothes.
Ping'an Square, inside a small courtyard.
Wearing only a single shirt, Zhao Ya exhaled wisps of hot steam from his head and shoulders after finishing a day's practice.
The effect of Qi Blood running at its peak.
[Eight Vajra Skills proficiency +3]
Along with this prompt, Zhao Ya felt his body slightly tremble, and then a multitude of new insights appeared in his mind.
Zhao Ya's heart fluttered, then a light curtain, visible only to him, appeared.
Name: Zhao Ya. Age: 18 years. Remaining lifespan: 100 (+330 days) years
