Then there would be no meaning in living, and it would produce some twisted mentality.
Nitian was supposed to be at the table for dinner after he woke up, and the dinner was prepared to celebrate his recovery. However, he wasn't there when the table was full of dishes.
Feng Tianhu, on the other hand, walked over with a worried look on his face.""Father, against the sky is not in a good mood. His arm is broken and he can't cultivate against the sky anymore. He feels a little guilty and doesn't dare to come to eat!"
"Oh?" Old master Feng was slightly stunned and said,"what's there to feel guilty about?" Tianhu, try to persuade him again. Even without his arms, he can still practice physical arts. Our ancient Feng family can still find some physical arts and chants, and then he can still do it!"
