“Here, you waste of space. Today’s meal.” Zhao Hu carried over a bucket of leftovers and slopped it down by his feet, a malicious grin tugging at his lips.
His lackeys burst into laughter. “Eat up, Yang Ping! What are you just standing there for? Senior Brother Zhang specially saved you some ‘choice cuts’!”
“Ten years, and you’re still in the early Body Tempering stage. A useless lump through and through, a stinking rock in the mud!”
Their taunts rang out, sharp and piercing, battering his nerves, long since numb.
Ten years.
How long did it take to fall from the clouds into the dust? Qingyun City had the answer: one night.
The rhythm is tight, the update speed is fast, and the plot is not delayed. There are many battle scenes, fight along the way, experience and grow. The pressure from various forces forces the protagonist to grow.