Preparations

When Ho Ming got back to his room in Sword Peak, he pondered on the difference between himself and Lin Fan.

He was always only able to chase behind Lin Fan.

The mission wouldn't have been successfully completed if not for Lin Fan's quick thinking.

Was he what his father had been saying all along? He thought.

But after a few moments, he knew that wasn't true.

Everyone has their own trajectory in life.

Some are born with silver spoons.

Some are dealt the worst hand they could ever imagine.

The only thing that matters was what they did with what they had.

Lin Fan came back from near death and had even surpassed him in cultivation level.

Ho Ming clenched his fist and vowed to catch up to Lin Fan.

Ho Fu's words pushing him hard reverberated in his mind.

With his newfound determination, Ho Ming sat in lotus position and meditated.

Time is of the essence.

He was at Qi Concentration Level, stage nine.