*thud* Closing the door, Zhao Tian entered his room with a tired sigh and sat on the bed, stretching his arms.
He leaned his back on the head rail of the bed and took a book from his storage ring; its worn cover bore the title 'Honoured One's physique refinement.'
Looking through the page, Zhao Tian's gaze squinted 'I have already concocted the pill to refine my physique to level one.'
'The book outlines that there are totally nine levels but there are only notes for two levels in my hand. I wonder where has the First Honoured One kept the other notes.'
He continued reading, scanning the lines to ensure he hadn't overlooked any crucial details about the pill's preparation or usage.
Seeing that there are no such conditions, 'I shall go back to my artifact and.. Hm?'
However, suddenly his gaze squinted and he turned his head to the door.
*baam* The door was blasted open and a woman entered in, her face twisted with anger and pain.