Lu Ren felt a surge of emotion; no wonder those who read too many books and gaze at the skies only see the beauty of humanity, missing its darker side—it's all an illusion.
Even Chen Daoli of the Taoist Sect of Beidou Imperial Domain looked at Lu Ren with a complex gaze, somewhat doubting whether he was living in a fantasy world. After training in Fist Technique for over thirty years, he feared it all had been for nothing. His opponent had been in the Martial Path for merely three years, yet had traversed the path that ordinary Martial Arts Family members would take three to four decades to complete.
Simply a monster!
Damn Phoenix Falcon Fist!!!
Lu Ren withdrew his gaze just as he was about to leave, seeing Zhang Li leaning against the doorway, looking at him with a hint of fatigue and an expression that shattered her worldview.
This woman, always encountered in a tired state, makes one wonder if work pressure is really that great.
So why is he so relaxed?
