This time at Wudang, the gains were immense, just a few months, and Meng Chuan could keep his composure.
Moreover, it's no different from his daily training at the United University, all about practicing martial arts and cultivation.
He got along very well with everyone, with no barriers other than their different beliefs.
If he could gain another divine skill, joining Wudang would be... cough cough, that's impossible.
He checked the martial arts resources left in his waist tag and pondered:
"Fortunately, I had the foresight before departure, exchanged my credits for Moistening Vein Spirit Pills, more than enough until the end of the year..."
Introspecting his meridians, the effects of the previous pill had been completely digested, and Meng Chuan took another pill.
Starting today, he needed to nurture the damage to his internal organs caused by the thunder strike from Sect Leader Chen Tuan.
