Yi Fu had locked himself in meditation ever since the Shang Kingdom National Tournament ended. He didn’t think his cultivation would rise just from meditating, and he didn’t have enough time to make it really count, but he was using his time in isolation to center himself. War would soon be upon them. He was just waiting for the signal.
During his time in meditation, he pondered many things, bust mostly, he thought about the young man who had won the tournament. Jian Wu was not a name he had been familiar with initially, but he had learned from Shao Yimu that this young man was quite extraordinary. He had killed the personal disciple of the Wind-Lightning Pavilion’s sect master. Duo Long had been beside himself with rage ever since and vowed to personally kill this young man.
Yi Fu thought he was being stupid.