Sweat on his forehead instantly evaporated into vapor, slowly rising, mist enshrouding the air.
Lin Hai sat cross-legged on a pavilion in the middle of the small lake, his entire being radiating a focused aura.
Seizing this lull, he had just barely managed to recover some strength and decided in his heart that he would look for an opportunity to slip away as soon as possible, take a few days to recuperate, and head home which he hadn't done in two days—President Ouyang must be going crazy by now.
In the distance, within the artificial hill, stood two people gazing in this direction.
"Who would have thought, this mysterious young man has already touched the threshold of becoming a Supreme Strong. Give him a little more time and the right opportunity, and he will surely become a new Supreme Strong," by Su Zhentian's side, an elder Supreme Strong of the Su Family said with a heavy heart as he watched Lin Hai from afar.