Liuwu Xie felt incredibly awkward. He tried several times, but each attempt was futile. The tearing sensation from his meridians was excruciating, making him writhe in agony. If he continued practicing like this, his body would surely be torn apart.,Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,As the sky gradually brightened, the Xu family gate opened. Two servants were about to sweep the fallen leaves outside when they saw Xu Yilin and bowed respectfully. As for Liu Wuya, they ignored him.。