What was I doing at seventeen or eighteen, perhaps lying in a hospital bed?
At seventeen or eighteen, as the Name Ancestor, what was my fallen body doing, oh, it seemed I had just entered Tiansang Spirit Palace not long ago, and was hitting my head against the wall for one sword, the Fleeting White Clouds!
Geniuses always have stunning insights...
Xu Xiaoshou quickly suppressed his emotional fluctuations.
This Bazhun'an, actually is just that, similar thoughts have always emerged throughout the ages, and there will always be some mavericks who can think of them.
Thinking it is one thing, achieving it is another!
"So then?"
Xu Xiaoshou asked, "What do you want to express, that you're awesome?"
Bazhun'an shook his head and then nodded: "Back then, I was insignificant, and even when I told Wen Ting, he didn't care. Later, when he introduced me to Elder You, I was too lazy to speak."
