On the same night, on the same bed.
Voluptuous and sexy versus old and withered.
A screaming woman and a calm elder.
Such a stark contrast brings a strong sense of disparity.
Jiang Wang waved his hand casually, already pressing down on the quilt from afar, covering the panicked woman.
He turned around and walked forward, leaving the luxurious bed, and sat by the tea table, saying calmly, "Put on your clothes."
Since ancient times, cultivators, those who can become Divine Presence are one in a million.
The path is so difficult, so rugged.
Heavenly Human Separation is an insurmountable chasm for most people.
Why do so many cultivators still forge ahead, risking their lives to march toward Divine Presence?
Perhaps the answer lies in this old and decaying body.
If one does not become Divine Presence, all methods are empty.
