With his physique and focus on physical cultivation, he could roam the Southern Border with ease, yet this approach proved ineffective upon reaching the Central Plains where spells, Daoist skills, Divine Skills, and Magic Treasures emerged endlessly.
Various Cultivation Techniques and unique supreme skills caused him to sweat profusely, feeling utterly flustered. Had it not been for his robust physical condition, he would've likely been beaten to a pulp.
Taking out his notebook, he began recording the masters he had encountered recently. However, suddenly a soft and ethereal female voice reached his ears, as if someone was whispering right next to him, sounding pleasantly delightful.
"Young master, dear young master, if you're tired, why not come inside and rest awhile?"
"Ah, someone's there?"
The young man leaning on the doorway looked surprised.
