Li Chengyi had always been cultivating and, in fact, did not have any friends.
Having trained his body to the limits of this world's flesh and blood by the age of fifteen, the efforts he made were immense.
Other peers his age were still not even up to the standards of common warriors, at best they were just little brats with a bit of adult strength.
They were still pursuing poetry and beautiful members of the opposite sex, and even the more precocious among them were merely grasping at life lessons taught by their elders with naive and clumsy understanding.
There was not a single one like him.
And this so-called friend was actually a book acquaintance made during a book auction. The two of them had nearly come to blows over a book, but the dispute was settled when the organizer came up with a suggestion for them to exchange books and take turns reading, which quelled the quarrel.