The thin Primary exploration on the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow was now like a mountain pressing in his hand. He took a deep breath and turned to watch the green trees outside the window for a while. The green stained his tired and dry eyes, and he once again bowed his head to continue the silent reading. Soon, he then looked up again to the white roof to have a rest.
When he started to read these cultivation books, he could only do so for a short while, several sentences at a time; while now his reading time got longer and longer. He still didn't know what he had read when back at Lin 47th Street, but he could vaguely but clearly felt that he was able to read more day by day.