"The dream of every Low-Tier Disciple!"
"..."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Zhang Deming strode across the surface of the lake, an air of indifference about him. He ignored the murmurs of the surrounding disciples and walked up to the Lake Heart Pavilion, pausing before Fanx Dexian.
Sensing someone's approach, Fanx Dexian frowned slightly and opened his eyes. He was stunned to see Zhang Deming, and as his emotions wavered, the already unstable ball of light before him fluctuated even more violently.
"Center your mind. Focus your spirit. Hold fast to your core!"
A faint ripple of Spiritual Power spread out with Zhang Deming's words. The combination of Law Level Oratory and Law Level Heart Spirit Dream Technique was no joke.
In a single sentence, Fanx Dexian's condition stabilized instantly. But while his aura had settled, the condensation of the Rune before him showed no change, still progressing slowly and arduously.
