But if the soul were gone, even an immortal body would be nothing but a statue, utterly unrelated to oneself.
That breath was merely a bridge, a limb communicating with heaven and earth.
On the contrary, it could be taken or left to fate, with no need for undue concern.
Such an Immortal Scripture had been imparted to him so easily; Zhou Ping'an had no idea how to express his feelings.
She quietly tore open a piece of candy wrapper, bit off a piece of candy, and tilted her head back, "Help me taste it, is this candy sweet?"
"Sweet..."
After Zhou Ping'an tasted it, he felt very good.
He softly said, "Actually, this is a cultivation technique that came by chance. I've only learned the method of cultivation, not the offensive methods, and it's not as important as you'd imagine."