Take this jar of wine back to Shaolin Temple.
It was prepared for Libo. Ever since he left Great Liang Village more than two years ago, I've never seen him again. If it wasn't for the occasional message brought back by a bird, I would have almost thought that something had happened to the old man who watched me grow up.
However, by now I've reached the Sixth Rank of Inner Strength Martial Body, my cultivation has gradually deepened, and I've come to understand just how unfathomable the things Libo did back then were.
In a matter of days, he created a set of thunder division supreme techniques for me.
The more profound one's martial arts are, the more one feels the depth and mystery of such methods.
With Libo's martial arts, where in the vast world couldn't he go? There's no need for me to worry about him.
But still, I do miss him so much...
I wonder if he still drinks mediocre wine all day long as he used to do in Great Liang Village.
