Another day, another bout of frustration for Yang Wei.
In total, he'd spent an entire week poring over the inheritance, but the full idea still eluded him. Seated behind his desk, he diligently arranged the ancient energy texts floating in midair before him with his fingers that moved with speed and precision. Meanwhile, Tianyi lounged on the desk, observing Yang Wei's efforts.
He Dongmei, on the other hand, tackled her early morning cleaning tasks at a more leisurely pace, gently polishing the wooden chairs with a soft smile on her face.
"Hmm," Yang Wei muttered, stroking his chin in deep thought.
This marked the 1,894th time he had rearranged the texts in hopes of grasping the true concept of the Dao of Spirit-forging Alchemy.
What did Qian have in mind when she formed this dao. I won't like this is getting me frustrated... I've been in the theoretical aspect of this inheritance for an entire week!
