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Yang Jin had just returned to give back the books, and fortunately, the 100,000-word reflection he wrote was of much better quality than before, with some insights as profound as those of a Golden Elixir True Monarch.
"Continue!"
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Back in his cave dwelling.
Yang Jin placed the books on the table and seized the time to cultivate his mana.
With only average aptitude and time lost on reciting scriptures and writing reflections, he had fallen far behind his peers, and in a few more years, the younger disciples with the "Jing" prefix would surpass him.
In these ten years.
Yang Jin had experienced the warmth and chill of human relationships.
His fellow disciples went from envy to disdain, from closeness to distance.
Some unkind words, even when spoken in private, would reach Yang Jin's ears after being repeated often and loudly over time.
