Yang remained silent, only letting Ma Xiang protect his physical body. The tall, two-zhang condensed Divine Soul darted swiftly into the depths of the forest like a dark cloud soaring into the sky, moving at a speed far surpassing most Superior Lightweight Skills.
"The skills of cultivation are strange and varied, each sight a marvel."
Dog Xiang's tone was inexplicable.
"Practicing martial arts may ruin your family finances, but cultivating will definitely lead to bankruptcy. People like us, who are poor, shouldn't hope for it."
Pig Xiang snorted coldly:
"Moreover, without a Divine Soul that has undergone the refinement of water and fire, how can one compete against a practitioner? If it weren't for Yang's unique approach, nurturing the spirituality of Gu Insects and refining them into a Magical Artifact, how could it easily condense form?"
Dog Xiang nodded:
"You speak the truth. Has the ship with the surname Bai set sail yet?"
Pig Xiang crossed his arms:
"Soon."
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