PREVIEW

... Thursday.


Upon waking up, Fang Ping felt the soreness in his muscles.


The sensation was milder than expected, though. A person who exercised after a long period of inactivity would need to expect soreness.


This unsavory sensation was muted due to his high Vitality.


At this moment, Fang Ping finally understood the reason why a high Vitality was a compulsory criterion that a martial artist needed to fulfill.


As one’s Vitality increased, ...

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