Uncle Qiu looked frightened. "We've entered Death Valley already. What are we gonna do now? Death Valley after dark is…"
Uncle Qiu wasn't too capable a cultivator. He had followed Feng Wu all the way to Northern Border City and had stayed a Level 7 Spiritual Master ever since.
As for Qiuling, she was even weaker. As a mere Level 1 Spiritual Master, she could do little to help…
Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Feng Wu felt a disturbance in her mind, and there was a non-stop buzzing sound in her ears.
She smiled a little. Finally, she was a Level 4 Spiritual Master.
She had guessed right: her cultivation the second time round not only enabled her to strengthen her skills, it was also surprisingly efficient.
In less than ten days, she had leveled up four times.
Feng Wu felt that there was still room for more progress. As a result, she didn't emerge from her oblivious state, but remained fully absorbed in her cultivation.
