Ancient people often spoke of the four great joys of life: the nuptial night, the moment your name is enrolled, the arrival of rain after a long drought, and the chance meeting of old friends in a foreign place.
He Ao's current physical state was somewhat like the arrival of rain after a long drought.
His body had been honed for decades by Regit, all its resilience and strength reaching the human flesh's limit.
With a physical quality of 30, he was already equivalent to the strongest batch of F-level Transcendents, rivaling the Transcendent with the power of ordinary men. This was the path Regit had taken for decades.
But he had been stuck at this limit for many years. During Regit's prime, his physical quality might have even reached 40 or 50, infinitely close to E-level.
But that was only close; he never broke through that limit. As his body gradually aged, he could feel himself becoming more and more distant from breaking that limit.