Mortal life was relatively simple; as long as there was enough to eat and wear, and one could sleep well and stay warm, time would pass day by day without much fuss. 0

At some point, Zhu Kui had taken to moving a stool to sit at the entrance of the courtyard whenever he had free time. He wouldn't engage in conversation with anyone. Instead, he would stare vacantly into the distance, lost in thought, leaving everyone puzzled about what was going through his mind.0

Zhao Hu glanced at Zhu Kui, sitting at the courtyard entrance, and said with sadness, "Master, the old man doesn't recognize me anymore."0

Zhao Hu had grown taller than Blacksmith Zhao, and his strong frame was reminiscent of a bear. He had absorbed nearly seventy or eighty percent of the martial arts techniques...0