Condensing the Spirit Pill

On this night, after a satisfying meal and drink, Zhong Chi returned to his room.

The Five-Foot Zhan Ru and the horse had already fallen asleep.

Zhong Chi had no idea what they were up to all day, but he could tell that both the Five-Foot Zhan Ru and Antelope Horse had made significant progress in their cultivation during these short ten days.

Zhong Chi didn’t inquire much about it.

Perhaps it was because of the guidance from Tong Ming that they had made such rapid progress.

Zhong Chi entered the Xumi Stone and eagerly opened the Qiankun Bag, taking out the high-grade spiritual treasure he had obtained that day.

“Truly a precious treasure!”

Zhong Chi sincerely praised as he looked at the long sword in his hand.

In the past, Zhong Chi wouldn’t have dared to even dream of possessing such a high-grade spiritual treasure.

Who could have known that within half a month of arriving at Tianyu Academy, he would acquire such an extraordinary treasure?