Before Shen Han came to the sect, he had always been focused on moving forward, constantly in a state of cultivation.
He practiced with extreme diligence.
In his cultivation, one could say he was meticulous.
Even though he would occasionally travel to many places and meet many people, compared to the time he spent cultivating, his time spent traveling was merely a drop in the ocean.
In a cultivation journey spanning thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years, an occasional excursion would last no more than a day or two.
This powerful drive for cultivation allowed Shen Han’s strength to soar like a crane rising on the wind.
It all seemed incredibly beautiful.
Had he not come to this sect, and had he not inhabited this incredibly thin and frail body, Shen Han would never have noticed that there was a reason for the defects within his physical form.
"In the past, I was robbing Peter to pay Paul."
"I used to think that patching up my previous shortcomings was the true meaning of perfection."
"I believed those flaws were just oversights caused by my own cultivation."
"But looking at it now, that is not the case."
"First, I must mention the defects in the divine soul."
"If you compare the divine soul to a thatched cottage, mine is riddled with holes."
"In the storms and tempests of cultivation, a great deal of rainwater leaks in through these damaged gaps."
"My approach in the past was to patch these emerging holes one by one, so that my cultivation woul…
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