“For such a young brat, you sure run your mouth like a river. All flowery words, no substance. Either way, now is not the time.”2

“Tsk. Fine, I understand.”0

Woo-Moon backed down easier than Sang-Woon had expected.0

But from Woo-Moon’s perspective, while it would be a lie to say that he had no desire to consume the Pure Stalactite Milk, it wasn’t as if he was obsessed with it either.1

‘I’m already busy enough making sense of all the martial arts techniques I’m learning already. I need to focus on that now.’1

Stepping away from where Sang-Woon was teaching Dae-Woong, Woo-Moon returned to his room and sat cross-legged. He focused on the Forbidden Divine Art and started to slowly and intently circulate his qi.1

The qi of the Forbidden Divine Art, which had been naturally circulating within his body on its own before, began to move more actively, with great vigor, as if it was happy to see a good friend after being alone for a good while.2

As it circulated, the enormous power of the Forbidden Divine Art began to express itself. The energy produced by this art was so incredible that it made his otherwise vast qi pathways seem narrow in comparison.0

While there was nothing more foolish than trying to estimate one’s internal qi with just numbers, if Woo-Moon were forced to compare it to the standards of those in the gangho, his Forbidden Divine Art could be said to be already approaching the First Class realm.0

Of course, just as the adage goes, great muscles do not mean one is strong. The same was true with...1