Under the steep cliff, the sea waves were hitting on the shore. With a sound of a splash, the waves had turned into white bubbles.
Meng Qi was sitting on the edge of the cliff while staring at the ebb and flow of the waves. His minds were in a mess as he thought about the words of Wu Jizhen about the Spirit of Martial Arts.
He had always depended on his strong willpower and perseverance in achieving higher levels in martial arts. He did not depend too heavily on the Heavenly Weapons as he understood that it was just for temporary use. He had neither felt panic in the face of danger nor backed off from a life-or-death situation. As compared to a lot of gurus, he had such a remarkable willpower of martial arts.
But was it satisfactory enough to have a willpower of martial arts like this?
