Minshan's mind was hazy, as if she had returned to the verdant years of old.
In the small world, in the Sacrificial Hall, under the big tree, by the pond.
Nokron, with nothing better to do, was like a gentle scholar, sitting under the sun reading books, studying the fist shrimp, studying the Martial Path, and even created the foundational Martial Arts Secret Manual.
At that time, he also shared with the couple his various martial arts stories and life experiences.
Nokron once said:
"I am not well-versed in martial arts research, yet the world calls me the Martial Arts Celestial Emperor. In my youth, I forcibly integrated countless martial arts into my body through sheer might, vomiting blood daily, forcing my body to adapt to this state of shock and backlash to undergo life's evolution."
At the time, Minshan thought it astonishing—a Martial Arts Ancestor vomiting blood daily, frail and sickly?
