Flame path: the struggle
In the verandah, outside the sitting room, Sou Long gazed at the glistening moon with a complex expression. Something no one could explain with a palatable word. "since the lad had passed this trial, he could succeed in the following ones." Sou Long muttered with a heavy expression; it was also the first time he displayed his emotions to such depth. Other times his sentiments appeared like flashes; insensible people wouldn't notice. After eating, Karl Zeal slept without cultivating. He damned cultivation! The whole thing was as impossible as traversing hell n***d. Although Zeal doubted Sou Long's generosity, he didn't care whatsoever. He indeed needed a long rest. However, that very night the agony of that reconstruction training and his outcry of pain plunged him into a morbid fear. Zeal
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