"Of course, there is another kind of warrior whose condensed soul is no different from that of ordinary people, but the tempering of the body is far beyond that of ordinary warriors.
But what exactly it was like, what that mysterious aura was like, the master had no idea. He only knew that cultivating the soul was like climbing a mountain with ten thousand layers, and one would never reach the top.
The master was just at the foot of the mountain, taking a glimpse from afar.
Finally, he died at the foot of the mountain."
Whenever Wang Boshan mentioned his master, his voice was always filled with melancholy. He looked up at the beams of the house, his sunken eyes seemed to be looking at something, his gaze drifting off into the distance.
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