He felt a slight pain in his waist and the inside of his left thigh, a sensation that if it continued, would inevitably lead to death.
He's definitely not as spry as he was at twenty-five.
Li Qing understood the changes in his body very well, and what relieved him was that simply lighting up this white ball, composed of 365 white lines, like a bright lamp hanging in his mind, would mean entering the Entry Level.
During these days, he only felt his mind becoming clearer, his learning speed considerably fast; many things he couldn't understand before now needed just a little thought to grasp the meaning, he could even extrapolate, derive more things. If he focused on memorizing something, he could remember it word for word after just one or two extra glances.
The changes brought by practicing "Basic Meditation Technique" made him quite excited.
"Little Li, come help me look at the computer. Lately, a lot of small ads keep popping up."
