Yi Yun, who was in the Frost Metal Blood Balls array, had now completely immersed himself in his own world.
Yi Yun did not hear any of the comments coming from General Yan or the Jing state young masters.
All he felt was the one foot area around his body that was his own territory. The ability to have complete control over this small space made Yi Yun obsessed!
Ever since coming to this alternate world, as Yi Yun’s knowledge of the martial world grew deeper, the greater his interest in the exploration of martial arts became.
Martial arts was like a beautiful treasure vault. Within it, there were numerous mysteries and truths waiting for a warrior to explore them.
And every time he sought after a higher goal, he would gain a deeper understanding, which delighted him.
Yi Yun still remembered the time when he flew across the endless mountains and canyons with Lin Xintong. It was intoxicating.
And there was also the thrill his strength gave him while battling fierce beasts in the Desolate Human Valley.
Also, with power, he could obtain stature, position, respect and happiness for his family and friends. By settling vengeances quickly, he could be in charge of the world, and could mete out justice to the good and wicked.
All of this gave Yi Yun a thirst. An endless thirst to climb higher, to explore the high levels of martial arts.
Human life is so short and passes so quickly.