After the desires for material comforts are satisfied, people generally pursue higher forms of spiritual enjoyment.
For example, quality reading materials, high-caliber picture books...
Such things can make one feel the elevation of the soul.
Yes, Xu Xiaoshou was now experiencing just such a sentiment.
He felt that, under the baptism of over a dozen admiring gazes, his soul had already undergone an uplifting transformation.
"Though there aren't many people..."
"But taste emerges from the minority, art is rooted in the alleys, once there are too many people, the same feeling is lost."
Xu Xiaoshou mulled this over again, then turned his head towards Elder Sang and asked,
"Am I stronger than the City of the Dead Bodhisattva's The Divine?"
Bang!
Elder Sang harshly smacked Xu Xiaoshou on the back of his head.
The latter merely lowered his head, his hand trembling from the impact as he said with a cold glint in his eyes, "Do you have plenty of time?"
