Lu Qingshan had decided to befriend himself.
Such things, he couldn't achieve on his own strength alone.
With no backing or support, even the strongest becomes merely a reckless individual.
In the end, one could only escape to another land, turning to an outlaw life.
Unless one became the first under the heavens, then one could suppress all injustices with their fists.
But in this world for over eight hundred years, only that person had achieved it.
That Martial Saint of Great Xia.
...
The bright moon hung high in the night sky.
Even deep into the night, the reflection off the snow made the land extremely bright.
Jiang Ning stood on the shore, gazing far off into the distance, able to see the layered mountains and the uneven, scattered houses.
"Hope tomorrow is another sunny day!"
"Then my Inner Elixir Cultivation Skill can make further progress!"
Jiang Ning silently said to himself.
Afterward, he opened his panel to take a look.
