Chapter 923 Clemence

The days started and ended just like that. In a blink of an eye, five years has already passed. 

"WHOOSH!" 

"WHOOSH!" 

"WHOOSH!" 

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Our bored gamer's practice has not stopped one moment again. 

May it be spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the spear thrusts continued in a tireless cycle that bordered on perfection itself. 

Clark was not alone as an old beggar drank to his fill day in and day out. No words were exchanged between them since both realized that there was no need for it at all. 

Supreme existences like them had were men of few words indeed. At this time, all the disciples in the sect knew that both were probably hidden experts in the sect. 

No mortal or lesser cultivator could ever try to imitate what both had done in the span of these many years. 

"THUD!" After the umpteenth repetition, the wooden spear finally halted for the second time only since its inception.