Whenever Fang Xingjian thought about the varying injustice and darkness in the world, his mental cultivation method would start to circulate at an increasing rate.
Letting out an exhale, he seem to want to swallow down the accumulated feelings of depression in one breath.
"If I cannot eradicate the evil and wipe out the feelings of unfairness in my heart, I won't be satisfied no matter how high my level of sword cultivation is, or how much power and authority I wield."
At this moment on Fang Xingjian's Stats Window, the Ice Age Meditation Art appeared blurry, as if it would undergo a transformation at any moment.
Unlike the physical body, the mental cultivation method corresponded to one's spirit and thoughts. It was something that could be comprehended.
To succeed in training the physical body, one would need to plough through long hours of tough training day and night, unceasingly training each and every muscle, each and every bone.
