"How important is strength."

"Seeing it with your own eyes is always more intuitive than finding it in words."

"Now you are a soul master, a quasi-soul master."

"But when you become a titled Douluo in the future, no one will look down upon the Dean...even if he is just a Soul Saint."

Ma Hongjun nodded vigorously, as if he had a clear understanding.

"Your martial soul has completed its transformation, but your heart has not yet."

"A true phoenix, even if it is stuck in the mud, its soul is unyielding and proud, and it can even soar above the nine heavens..."

"And if you want to create a strong heart, the first thing you need to do is self-discipline."

Looking at the thoughtful Ma Hongjun, Lu Yuan interrupted the other person's reverie without mercy.

"Dai Mubai is not called self-discipline. He is just pseudo-self-disciplined by Zhu Zhuqing."

"Self-discipline means being able to control yourself."

"Instead of relying on the control of others to control your restless mind."

Ma Hongjun nodded vigorously and said firmly: "Boss, I think I should understand."

"Then go ahead..."

Watching Ma Hongjun return to the village, Lu Yuan rubbed his temples, looked at the two carriages parked at the entrance of the village, and sighed helplessly.

"And you..."

"It's been more than seventeen days since the day I sent the fairy grass, and I haven't made a decision yet..."

He pondered for a long time.

"Forget it, let's lock it up for a while!"

"Temper your temper."

He said this.

Then, the figure disappeared.

What he owes, he will pay back.
Chapter completed!