His Yang Energy grew stronger and stronger, especially when he practiced boxing. Eighty percent of this Yang Energy was actually wasted. This energy transformed into halos invisible to ordinary people, illuminating everything nearby.
The Yang Energy of a single person suppressed the rising Yin Qi within dozens of meters all around.
Old Zhao stood at the window, routinely basking in the night's sun. As he soaked it in, his gaze, initially filled with a 'wisdom' reminiscent of five brothers, gradually deepened.
Does he not know what the glow he radiates when practicing boxing means to the ghost objects? Or does he know and simply doesn't care? It must be the latter. He really does resemble the legendary first-generation Heavenly Master.
Old Zhao slightly closed his eyes. The profundity in his gaze dissipated as he continued to bask in the sun. The sensation made him feel as if he were alive.
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