After returning to the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo, Wang Chen didn't linger for even a breath.
No tea.
No wandering thoughts.
No pretending to be a wise, lazy immortal.
The moment his feet touched the courtyard—
His figure blurred.
And the next instant, he had already descended into the first floor of the tower.
The familiar oppressive atmosphere wrapped around him again.
A faint chill crept through the air, thick with resentment and decay, as if the space itself had long since forgotten what it meant to be alive.
Wang Chen barely paid attention to it.
His eyes were fixed on something else.
The newly awakened class window hovered before him.
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[Class: Sweeper (Rare)]
[Level: 0]
[Strength: 1]
[Agility: 1]
[Perception: 1]
[Physique: 1]
[Mana: 5]
[Class Skills: Dry Broom – Level 1, Wet Broom – Level 2]
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Silence.
Wang Chen stared at it.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then—
His eyelids lowered halfway.
"…Yeah."
A slow, tired exhale left his mouth.
