However, with the restrictions from the upper echelons, even if they knew about it, they could no longer harm Xia Ji.
As time passed…
When Xia Ji sat alone under the full moon, accompanied by only a fish, his fame had spread all over the world.
Anyone who held the World Energy or World Images could not help but call him teacher.
This was because these two volumes were written too well.
It contained all kinds of techniques and explained the profound in simple terms. No matter what kind of person, they could find a suitable cultivation method in this book.
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After late autumn, it snowed again.
Because of the red-tailed fish, Xia Ji forbade the idea of making fish soup. This winter, he made his own mutton soup.
Snow fell like salt particles.
The charcoal stove was burning in a small pavilion not far away.
The pot on top of it was stewing mutton soup.
