And at this point in time, any point of time is undoubtedly precious.

So, Chen Changming did not move, but just stayed in his room and meditated, quietly waiting for the moment of his promotion to come.

During this waiting, several days passed without realizing it.

After a few days, Chen Changming's condition had reached a peak, and he was getting closer and closer to the final threshold.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not really get over that threshold, and it was still a little bit far from the final step.

Of course, under normal circumstances, he shouldn't be anxious about it.

The promise of the King of Golden Sword is still there. He will not be much danger at this moment. There is still a lot of time to slowly grind, slowly adjust his state, and reach the final promotion step.

However, theoretically, despite this, Chen Changming could only feel a surge of anxiety.

An inexplicable emotion spread in his heart, making him feel anxious.

At the level that ordinary people cannot see, a red line of fate is fluctuating violently. At this moment, it seems that something is felt. The power in it is fluctuating and is warning to Chen Changming.

This unknown change affected Chen Changming's body and mind, and made him feel an unknown premonition.

So, in the next time, he sat cross-legged here, trying his best to improve himself as much as possible.

This state lasted for a full eight days.

"Hello?"

At noon on the eighth day, a gentle sound rang out.

He looked at the room beside him, and at Chen Changming, who was sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, keeping a motionless posture, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in his eyes: "It's been eight days, aren't you doing well yet?"

Looking at Chen Changming, he asked.
Chapter completed!