For two days in the game, Victor immersed himself in his cultivation. With Elder Mo's guidance etched into his mind and the sect's resources at his disposal, his progress was steady.
[Bloodline Integration: 48.7%]
When he finally opened his eyes, the room shimmered faintly with residual qi. He stretched, rubbed his neck and cracked his knuckles.
"Alright," he shifting his gaze toward Tarkos, who was now lying on his back and juggling spirit grapes with expert precision. "Let's talk about the Jade Serpent Sect. Spill everything you know."
Tarkos stopped juggling and sat up with a sigh. "Finally. You sure you're ready for this?"
"If I can survive you throwing me through boulders, I think I'll manage."
