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Bang!
Bang Bang!
Inside the Palace of the Myriad Stars, the dull thuds of impact sounded incessantly.
From the front, one could only see a man with a bare upper body, his muscular physique on display, continuously heaving his torso, and on the bed in front of him lay a woman clad only in a thin veil, seemingly at the man's mercy.
The woman, bored to death, yawned and glanced at the man who kept swinging his fists, striking his own body.
An hour had passed, and this man named Song Yin was still throwing punches.
"Your perseverance is commendable, but in cultivation, it's not about perseverance; it's about innate talent and the right methods. You clearly have good talent, and those eyes of yours should be able to see the gap between you and me. Why do you still persist?"
