"May I ask where Erlang's hometown is?"
"Far, far, far away. Not only far but also obscure and of no significance."
"Then, Yang Er-lang, let me ask you, how many years of cultivation have you had, and how is your cultivation level?"
"To answer the Daoist Venerable, I have only lived to be 26 or 27, and my cultivation is exceedingly low, having just completed the training of my flesh, muscles, and bones, within this physical shell."
The two exchanged questions and answers at a rapid pace,
Zhang Fusheng, at some point, had risen from within the pavilion, exhaling a word, stepping forward, step by step, creating ripples in the void with each stride.
"Only completed the training of flesh, muscles, and bones? The Martial Artist's Twelve Refinements trains the flesh, muscles, and bones, but I have heard of those who achieve sanctification in the flesh. Don't they also train the flesh, muscles, and bones?"
