MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine - Chapter 214 : Two Spring Palace books for two people to study

The world is a sea of bitterness.

The mortal swims in the sea.

The body is the vessel.

The soul is the mortal on the vessel.

The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.

Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?

Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?

Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.

Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.

Which path should be chosen?

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The only flaw of actor Lee Wooyeon, who is on the road to success without facing a single slump, is that his manager never lasts.

With a time period of three months to observe him as a manager.

Choi Inseop becomes Lee Wooyeon’s manager in search for revenge.

He was not the Lee Wooyeon who was loved by people, but another Lee Wooyeon. Inseop had to uncover the truth.

Because he had made a promise.

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