It was early summer, and many flowers were in full bloom. The Jiang Residence's position was superior, and their land was rich. Even in the Big Ruins, they seemed to be flourishing.
There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. Ou Yangming opened his eyes and blew out a breath of green air. The courtyard fell silent, then a strong wind blew. It rose up from the ground, stirring up gravel. His eyes lit up, then he chuckled and said, "After going against Dong Chenyu, my spiritual Qi became mellower and clearer without any impurities. This kind of life-and-death experience under high pressure is the rarest."
It was the truth. The probability of a breakthrough was much higher when one's potential burst out on the verge of death than when one cultivated step by step.
