But after some thought, Fang Shuwen felt it wasn't the best approach.
'I should focus my insights in this direction from now on. I need to see if I can deepen the power of the North Nether Divine Technique.'
The North Nether Divine Technique was extraordinarily effective; it was worth spending more mental energy to experiment with it.
While he was lost in thought, he finished completely draining Zhao Wuji of his Inner Strength.
His hair, which had been salt-and-pepper, was now entirely white.
Fang Shuwen looked at him and suddenly shook his head. The man's actual age was far from this decrepit state, but guilt and remorse were truly torturous things.
The woman Zhao Wuji had killed all those years ago had been the love of his life.
That much was certain.
Therefore, his guilt was real, and so was his sin. It was precisely because they were real that his Martial Arts had been able to continuously break through to new levels.
