Chapter 211: Tears of Gratitude

At that moment, Zane, bare-chested, was sitting cross-legged on the bed, drenched in sweat and grime oozing from his pores. Yet, his complexion was remarkably vibrant, and his aura was noticeably stronger than before. Henry entered the room, and Zane immediately leapt from the bed, excitement in his voice: “Henry, I’ve finally made the breakthrough.” “Yes, I know. You’ve reached the Second Level of Martial Master overnight,” Henry replied, his voice tinged with pride. “I owe it to you, Henry. Without your help, I doubt I could have made it,” Zane said gratefully. “Your foundation played a major part, too. Take a moment to compose yourself, then get ready. We’re visiting The Whiteman,” Henry instructed before leaving the room. Twenty minutes later, Zane followed Henry out of the hotel. After a quick breakfast at a roadside stall, they drove to The Whiteman villa. There, Jasper respectfully served tea to Henry and Zane. “Mr. Carson, The Whiteman owes you a great debt for sparing us