Extraordinary Worlds

The warm spring breeze in March blew the spiritual trees around the square into flourishing leaves, and a faint spiritual energy floated in the air. It should have been a good time for meditation and cultivation, but Lin Feifan in the corner could not feel the comfort at all. He huddled on a piece of bluestone at the edge of the martial arts arena, with his head drooped, looking at his fellow disciples sweating profusely in the middle of the arena, drawing energy and exercising, with indescribable anguish in his eyes. As an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, Lin Feifan had been a disciple for three years, but his cultivation was stuck at the third level of Qi Refining, and he had not moved even half a step. Among the nearly a thousand disciples of the entire Qingyun Sect's outer sect, he was well deserved to be at the bottom, and he was the laughing stock of everyone after dinner.