"Uh." Fang Shushu saw Xiao Yi so excited and awkwardly touched his nose.
"Do my life experiences really have such great effects?"
Xiao Yi smiled, "The experiences of a wise man and those of a fool, even if they're the same, the insights will be different."
The Martial Soul Book of Fang Shushu records quite a lot.
Fang Shushu, from a young age, was well-read and knowledgeable.
By the time he was not yet twenty, he had traveled widely and interacted with countless factions.
So on him, there are countless stories, perhaps his own, perhaps others'.
And all his insights, bit by bit, were written in his Martial Soul Book, hence it's very rich.
But if these bits were recorded by a bookworm, they would be dull and boring.
Yet recorded by someone as exceptionally clever as Fang Shushu, the taste is entirely different.
Too detailed an explanation, Xiao Yi also didn't know how to put it.
