But at the current pace, he didn't seem to need to rush to upgrade his skills. If he could endure another three or four years, maybe the Fortune Points he accumulated would be enough to upgrade the Yangchun Technique again, thus strengthening himself.
So Jiang Feng wasn't in a hurry to spend the 460,000 Fortune Points on his skills.
He treated the days hiding in the Divine Sect Mansion as a kind of training, as if in a state of seclusion, shutting out the world and focusing only on earning Fortune Points.
Soon, another four months passed.
Jiang Feng had already stayed in the Divine Sect Mansion for over two years. He had forgotten the taste of food, and even the aura of everyone he knew.
If it weren't for Liu Chen outside losing his composure every now and then—shouting into the mansion, or using his purple sword to strike at the Restriction Array, wanting to come in and fight Jiang Feng to the death—Jiang Feng would have forgotten what people's voices sounded like, too.
