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Shaohua was a poor little boy during his lifetime. He was deliberately sold out because of the internal strife in his family. He was imprisoned and used as raw materials for pharmaceuticals all his life. He was not released until his death. When I opened my eyes again, I became a poor little person in the interstellar era. I was not tall enough, not physically strong enough, and not mentally strong enough, but at least I no longer had to be a medicine man. I was very content and happy in my youth. Blessings are caused by misfortunes, and misfortunes are caused by blessings. Who can say that this is not a kind of happiness? Let's see how the poor little one can roam the sea of ​​​​stars with his weak and short body and superb acting skills.

Cultivation, what is true, is the original mind. Follow your heart and fate, and find your own way among the three thousand avenues. If there is no way, find one.