Fearotz Stronghold.

The calm-looking Jean Camus walked past the door of a cultivation hall.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked inside.

The center stage was filled with strange rugged crystals. There, a girl was supporting herself on her knees, panting heavily. Drips of sweat trickled down from her chin.

It was Chris’s signature pose.

Especially the students from the Holy Dawn Academy would often see the god-like girl in this state.

However, this was not ...