"Heh, I didn't realize winter was approaching."0

Bending slightly, Luo Chen stepped into the tailor’s shop, shaking off the fine snowflakes clinging to his robe. He let out a sigh, a rare moment of reflection settling over him. 0

The last time winter arrived… felt like a lifetime ago.0

Time had slipped by unnoticed, nearly a full year gone in the blink of an eye. So much had happened that even if he were to sit by a warm stove, brewing tea and reminiscing, he wouldn’t know where to begin.0

There was only one thing he was sure of.0

Back in May of last year, he had only been at the third stage of Qi-Refining. Now, in less than two years, he had reached the ninth stage of Qi-Refining and was already planning for Foundation Establishment. Such rapid progress was enough to leave anyone speechless.0

Even the prodigies of great sects would be stunned if they witnessed it. But none of this had come without cost.0

The staggering amount of resources he had consumed day after day, sustained over hundreds of days and if calculated in spirit stones, would be enough to make even a Foundation Establishment cultivator shudder.0

Only because Luo Chen had a keen sense for making money could he sustain such rapid cultivation.0

He greeted the old woman running the tailor shop, exchanged the prearranged passphrase, and donned his mask before stepping once again into the underground...0