In the past few days, Tang Yu had settled into a routine that encompassed just three locations.
Castle, Research Institute, Training Camp.
Though he hadn't succeeded in creating a potion that could heal injuries quickly, his study of Winnie's professional spells had led to the production of a few low-grade healing spell scrolls.
At the training camp, within the Lord-exclusive mode of the Spirit Space, he had entered a more advanced stage, unlocking several new positions—cough, skills!
Tang Yu sat cross-legged in the Gravity Room, circulating the Cultivation Skill inherited from the Demon Swordsmen.
His palm faced upward, summoning an orange flame while simultaneously condensing a blue-white frost.
Huh~
Tang Yu opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of white mist.
The mist sprayed out a distance of two or three meters, lingering without dispersing.