“This stone statue doesn’t look like it’ll last long. There’s no saying whether it’ll manage to hold out until the others break through to become Martial Arts Marquises.”
Jared rose to his feet and left the forbidden ground.
When Norm saw Jared walking out, he hurried forward respectfully and called out, “Mr. Chance...”
“How are the others getting along in their cultivation? Do dew drops still form on the statue every night?” Jared asked Norm.
“The others are cultivating at a steady pace. As for the dew on the statue, it has significantly increased over the past few days,” Norm replied.
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