Like last time, Wang Anfeng had slept for several hours before waking up. It was only after drinking Wu Changqing's medicinal porridge that he returned to Great Liang Village.
Although he was no longer sleepy, he had been taught by Ci that "haste makes waste." Since it was not suitable to cultivate during this time, he simply started a fire. With nothing else to do, he closed his eyes slightly and reflected on today's battles, which could be called brutal, unwillingly trying to find a way to win.
What young person would enjoy being beaten all the time?
The pain in his body made him extremely clear about where he had made mistakes, and his youthful unwillingness continually made him reflect and question himself.
Back then, if that move had been executed a bit faster, would he not have been put in a passive position?
If he had retained some strength in his attack, could his defense have been sharper?
