Second Migration

It was about midnight when Luo Yuan’s biological clock automatically woke him up.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while before he jumped out of the bed. The room was indeed spick and span after he cleaned it, but it appeared to be now barren and chillier than before!

He stretched out his hand to beckon the Zhanmadao beside him, and it flew quickly into the palm of his hands. After his Will leveled up, the speed of the flying Zhanmadao was quicker, but its attack range was still limited.

He would still need more time if he wanted to be able to fly his sabre around!

Luo Yuan had a go at a few slashes before he put the Zhanmadao back in its sheath. Then, he simply picked a jacket to wear and left the house.