Because Han Li’s leg was injured, Zhang Tie personally delivered the food to Han Li’s house and accompanied him for dinner.
Looking at the clumsy Zhang Tie in his house, moving the chairs and setting the table, Han Li could help but find it funny. Zhang Tie’s care caused traces of warmth to enter his heart.
After the table was set, both of them joked around as they ate, pushing food in their mouths while asking about their individual cultivation progress.
The moment Han Li brought up the Way of the Armoured Elephant, Zhang Tie sighed dejectedly.
Currently, Zhang Tie had only managed to cultivate the martial skill to its first layer but was already half tortured to death by the immense pain. He had to soak himself in foul-smelling herbal baths every night as well as suffer beatings from Doctor Mo designed to toughen his body and strengthen his bones.
This method of boorish cultivation had caused Zhang Tie many sleepless nights. Because his entire body was swollen from the beatings, the moment his skin touched his bed, he would grit his teeth in pain.
To him, cultivating the Way of the Elephant was nothing but a nightmare.
With regards to Han Li’s cultivation of the nameless oracular chant, Zhang Tie could not help but feel envy in his heart.
He felt that Han Li only needed to spend his time peacefully in mediation like a monk. Hearing Zhang Tie’s emotions, Han Li had nothing to say in his defense. He was also aware that his cultivation was much easier when compared to Zhang Tie’s arduous labor.
Han Li could somewhat understand Zhang Tie’s fear towards towards the Way of the Armored Elephant.” As he progressed through the nine layers of the Way of the Armored Elephant, he would have to bear unimaginable pain.
Despite the difficulty, Zhang Tie had persisted, refusing to give up. Han Li could not help but admire and respect Zhang Tie for his unyielding personality.
If Han Li were in Zhang Tie’s shoes, he would never have chosen to practice such a domineering skill. Even if the skill could turn him into a world-shaking expert overnight, he would still reject it.
The two of them had almost finished dinner as they were talking excitedly about martial arts. Once the meal was over, Zhang Tie cleared the bowls and bid his farewell. Before leaving, he still reminded Han Li to take care of his injured foot and to go to sleep early..
Standing at the door, Han Li watched as Zhang Tie left and quickly returned back to his house, closing all the windows except for a slight opening in the skylight to allow some air to flow through before taking out the mysterious bottle from his leather pouch.
Han Li was only a ten year old child with a short attention span. After studying the bottle for a short period of time, he quickly got bored. With his foot injury, Han Li also felt somewhat tired out by today’s turn of events. Unknowingly, he fell asleep on his bed with his hand holding onto the bottle.
Time passed by. Just when Han Li was sleeping soundly, he suddenly felt an icy cool feeling flowing from his hand.
Han Li involuntarily shivered, and he forcefully opened his heavy eyelids, gazing at his hand in a daze.
“Oh!” He immediately sat up with his mouth open in shocked to such an extent that saliva dripped down from his gaping mouth. He no longer felt sleepy; instead, his attention was fixed on the strange sight in front of him.