"Limits? I've heard Old Zhang the leader mention it, and it seems there's a distinction between strong and weak."
On that day, at the entrance of the Duowa Snow Mountain building, a black business vehicle was parked, ready to depart.
Chen Feng had already refreshed himself and tidied up, and he put on his black down jacket once again.
Zhou Wuren was beside him, and he took the opportunity to ask about his previous doubts.
"Everyone has different limits; there will be some variance."
"For example, some are born with innate divine strength, their upper limit for strength is naturally higher. And you, Brother Chen, have innate dominance, so naturally, your limits are higher than ordinary people's."
Zhou Wuren's hand was still wrapped in bandages, and after saying a few words, he shook his head helplessly.
"But that's all I know."
"If you're really curious, you can ask at the Holy Sect in the future; I'll take you there."
