Another ordinary three months.
Ever since he unlocked a new posture with Xu Ling on his last birthday, Han Zhao was a little obsessed. Later on, he relied on his great perseverance to recover his self-discipline.
Wine was a poison that pierced through the intestines. Lust was a bone-scraping steel saber. Even a hundred-tempered steel could turn soft. Who could withstand this?
Especially this Luan Phoenix Harmony Technique, it could actually ensure that the Pure Yang Qi would not leak out, but his happiness was not reduced at all.
Of course, what made Han Zhao the happiest was the increase in his basic aptitude from the [Late Bloomer] Trait.
Among all his previous aptitudes, the one that held him back the most was his innate foundation.
After eating the same amount of food and medicinal herbs and training at the same intensity, the improvement his body brought about by cultivating martial arts was inferior to others.
