Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for four years, eleven months, and twenty-three days.
"The past," a sage once said by the river, "flows away like this, never pausing for day or night."
Indeed, time slips away so swiftly; it seems in the blink of an eye, my fourth year of cultivation away from home is drawing to a close.
I've heard someone say that power is the best tonic for a woman, extremely nourishing.
Though I'm not a woman, a little supplementation wouldn't hurt, but having obtained power, why don't I feel the slightest advantage? At this time, my cultivation has been stagnant for two hundred and nineteen years.
I thought about it, and I'm likely facing a bottleneck.
As expected, with my poor aptitude, encountering bottlenecks in cultivation is inevitable.
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