The savior of humanity
After Zeal cultivated his strength for three long lazy hours, his previously pallid face was washed clean by the handwriting of time. Zeal rose with the smile of a flower and walked straight to the verandah where Sou Long sat and savored his hot tea. "Thank you, master Sou, for your teaching." Zeal decided to pay respect to the old thing. Although Sou Long had constantly pushed him closer to the death gate, Zeal did improve because of his constant urging. So he was grateful too. Sou Long laughed unceremoniously for a while. "It's not a problem. But you must continue to improve yourself." At least the lad still understood good things, Sou Long secretly beamed. In fact, he wasn't about to waste precious time with Zeal; to him, quietly drinking his tea was enough to gain the happiness of a
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