"Still not enough."
Zhou Ping'an sunk into the Lotus of his mind and looked at the remaining 531 Mind Wish Power Silk Threads.
He couldn't help but sigh.
He actually wanted to cultivate slowly, drink tea at leisure, enjoy the wine, and observe the ancient human conditions of Another World.
But one thing after another pressed upon him, almost leaving him breathless.
Mr. Lu was right.
"Whenever you want to advance even one step, you'll find that the whole world is against you."
Zhou Ping'an now felt something similar to this.
It seemed that no matter how many layers of suppression he broke through, and his strength grew stronger, there were always more obstacles and more crises emerging not far ahead.
This life seemed as if it were designed this way.
Whether it was in the modern world or in the ancient world, it was the same.
"Perhaps this is the result of class stratification."