Getting Back Home

Fell's reflexes weren't the only shocking event that left Tahlya baffled. She couldn't believe her eyes as she saw him guzzle one glass after another; emptying her pricy bottle in a few minutes. She had to get going toward her desk, taking out one bottle after another. Thankfully, she had a habit of drinking in her office, thus had quite the large reserve hidden there.

Not even an hour later, the laughter died down as Tahlya seemed to fall slightly inside of twilight sleep. Fell saw her watery eyes as they began closing, and her eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly before calming down. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she dug deeper inside of her couch.

"Females are quite the cute creatures…", he thought as his hand approached the space between his eyebrows. With swift moves from his arm, he took out a warm blanket and put it over her supple body. "But I still feel that she didn't tell me everything. Just in case, I won't fully reveal myself". He thought as he understood that his instinct as a cultivator couldn't be ignored. Although he was far from attaining foresight, he was still very perceptive when it came to catching on details.

He looked at her one last time before leaving her office. He silently traversed the large hall and finally arrived in front of the elevator. A few minutes later, he was back in the streets of New Casablanca. It was currently deep in the middle of the night, and only a few rare souls could be noticed walking on the sideways.

He filled his lungs with fresh air and began walking toward his apartment in the large streets. As his steps took him where he lived, his mind was freshened as he had stayed too much indoors. Although he had felt the wind softly brush his skin inside of Battle League, in the end, the in-game sensations were ninety-nine percent realistic. But that one lacking percent was the difference between Heaven and Earth.

That was also one of the main reasons that he had decided to take a break from the game. His sword styles had been created inside a virtual world, and although the result was infinitely close to how he visualized them. He knew that it was far from perfection; Thus he needed to revise them one more time before he continued in his conquest of the tutorial's second phase <Solid Foundation>.

A minute flaw might not cause him to lose against an average opponent. But as he would keep climbing on the ladder, any flaw, as little as it could be, might end up being used by his opponent. In a battle between talented opponents, any opportunity could be used to determine victory. Fell was very much aware of this fact and had even noticed part of it during his battle with Karukobi.

"Now that I think about it. What the hell has Wind been up to lately?" He thought about the young lad that he had helped breakthrough after his fight with the general from the Golden Family. His steps' cadence augmented as he saw his apartment's building appear in his sight, and soon enough he was already in the elevator.

As it was already deep in the night, he met no one during the small journey. Silence prevailed in the building as he approached his doorstep. No sound came from his apartment, his eyebrow rose as he thought that Wind must be deeply sleeping.

His arm flashed in front of him swiping his card close to the door's handle. Ding! A soft green light flashed in the dark and he entered his apartment with silent steps.

He saw his living room bask in the dark. And began touring his apartment looking out for Wind as he had plans for him. Soon enough, he found the bastard sleeping quietly in his bed. Fell saw the youth hug a pillow between his arms and legs and decided to let him finish his sleep before debuting his plans.

He had been thinking about a way to finish his studies on blood essence and had finally found a way to achieve a decent result. He knew that if he wanted to understand cultivators' blood essence, he would need to see the transformation of a mortal's blood to a cultivator's. Thus he decided that it was time for Wind to finally begin his training; blood and sweat awaited the sleeping official who didn't know that Hell was falling over him.