Han Qingyu, Shen Yixiu, Plague Chicken, and the later-arriving Liu Shiheng stood chatting in a back corner of the training ground.

The recent exertion had given Han Qingyu a deeper appreciation of liquid source energy, and he figured he’d consume some to replenish what he’d lost. So, he casually picked up one of the source energy cores he’d taken from Bai Ji and fiddled with it in his hand, all the while actually absorbing it.

He wasn’t as stingy as he used to be. After all, the faster he grew, the better, and that required energy cores.

The more cores he consumed, the stronger he became, and the more cores he could snatch…

This was probably Han Qingyu’s logic at the moment. Tu Zi’s news about the assassins from the City of Sin was like learning about an enticing source energy bank that he wasn’t eligible to withdraw from because he was still underage.

Once I’m strong enough, if...