Advance forth with injuries!
Holding a washbasin in his hand in the bathroom, Qin Fen quietly stood before the mirror, looking at himself and recalling the warning Master had given him before he disappeared. His face was covered with beads of water that had still not been wiped.
Drip... drip...
Few drops of water that had yet to dry out dripped down from the closed faucet, creating ripples on the cold water in the washbasin.
Advance forth with injuries!? Qin Fen shook his head with a bitter smile on his face. Qin Fen grabbed a towel and wipe the water off his face before heading back to the pitch-black room with a glass of clean water.
Everything was still covered in darkness. Nonetheless, Qin Fen was unable to continue sleeping. The realm displayed by Master was full of incomparable attraction to anyone obsessed with martial arts.