Deep within a profound and silent dream, An Jing stepped onto a hazy street and caught sight of a familiar martial arts school.
He recalled that in his previous life, for various reasons, he had practiced martial arts with a fanatical fervor—right up until the turbulent world found peace once more, and right up until the wasteland-like world flourished again.
Right up until the moment of his "death," he had never ceased his pursuit of the Martial Path.
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