Later that night, Yulie Forgon finally sneaked back into his house. His face was pale, and he coughed several mouths full of blood. He was obviously in great pain, but he seemed not to notice anything at all. One could only see some helplessness in his eyes. Hundreds of years of his cultivation disappeared just like that. The secret art ate it away in exchange for a boost in speed, not to mention that the blood escape technique severely damaged his foundation as well. If he got unlucky, he might fall one or two more stages before finally stabilizing again.
Oh well, at least he can teach them later.
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See ya tomorrow, bois! As always, any power stones are welcome. ;)