This team has undergone a long march lasting several dozen days, lacking food and clothing, suffering from cold and hunger.
Yet now, during their retreat, they still maintain excellent order.
In fact, even if the Parent Association were to flee like refugees, it would not be surprising, but these people have beco even more resilient after being tempered.
Moreover, Parent Association mbers are not indulging in binge eating; they sip their mineral water slowly and tear the bread into thin strips, chewing them into liquid form before swallowing.
No one is overwheld by hunger.
Along the way, no matter how busy or tired they are, the Parent Association has not ceased their ideological work, and now is the ti to test their results.
The Qing Clan Soldiers know that these 250,000 people have finally been forged into a war-ready team.
Throughout the journey, Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi have always walked at the front. This final 20 kiloters, they tough it out for two hours.
In the distance, they finally see figures.
Sobody runs quickly toward them, the first to arrive is Nangong Yuanyan, followed by Qing Ling, Li Cheng, who had once followed Qing Chen away from Base A02.
Last is Yang Yang.
Further away, hundreds of moving Keys of Gates lean against large trees, in an open state.
Previously, Qing Yi had said that upon reaching here, they could rest, that there are more supplies, yet didn’t ntion who awaited them here.
Luo Wanya is stunned: "Earlier, we were discussing why you disappeared, even Miss Yang Yang was gone without a trace, turns out you’ve been waiting here, preparing the Key of Gates."
"That’s right," Yang Yang said, "Hurry through the Key of Gates, there are people waiting for you behind it."
Luo Wanya hesitated for a mont, then began walking step by step toward the Key of Gate, hesitantly placing one foot across.
As he’s in a daze, soone spoke to him: "You’ve worked hard."
Luo Wanya turned to look, astonished to see it’s Uncle Li Dong!
The boss’s ntor!
"Why... why are you here?" he questioned, puzzled.
Uncle Li Dong smiled and said, "I’ve been waiting for you all for a while."
As he spoke, Uncle Li Dong placed his fingers on Luo Wanya’s wrist.
Breathe!
In this instant, Luo Wanya understood the aning of their trek.
The initial three segnts of the Zhundifa Breathing Technique have a limit of B-Class, and among the Parent Association mbers, there are 40,000 who have reached B-Class, only they never received the fourth segnt, unable to progress further.
Once, Qing Chen hypothesized that compared to the knights directly undergoing the Heart Inquiry as ordinary people, Zhundifa takes a gradual approach from the First Breathing Technique, slowly allowing cultivators to reach a level capable of withstanding the fourth segnt, then undergo the Heart Inquiry of the fourth segnt to break through the final bottleneck of Zhundifa.
Yet, even with the gradual progression of the Breathing thod, Luo Wanya’s group faces danger in experiencing the fourth segnt because an inquiry into the heart is still an inquiry into the heart, no matter how simple.
Thus, the old man on Ginkgo Mountain cast them into the world’s remotest corners, not providing food, clothing, or aid, with few communications, letting them feel the world’s desolation and solitude.
Qing Chen walked the furthest path among shortcuts in the human world, because his disposition naturally allowed him to.
Yet, Luo Wanya and his peer chose the Zhundifa path because they already paid enough effort, endured enough hardships, their hearts strong as stone.
They journey one segnt, witness one segnt, bid farewell to one segnt, and forego one segnt; their lives have long been different.
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