The starving have not enough to eat; the freezing have not enough to wear. We common folk are as lowly as weeds, yet we are like those that wildfires cannot burn to the ground—we spring up again with the spring breeze. Though I, Li Ye, have neither food nor clothing, and am mediocre and lacking in virtue and talent, my passion and my struggle will never cease. Prestigious clans, noble houses, dukes and princes, imperial families, sacred martial arts sanctuaries... so what? Should I one day realize my lofty ambitions, I shall dare to laugh at Huang Chao for lacking true courage!
Chapter 290: The Tempering of the Muscle-Tendon and Marrow-Washing Classic
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