Le Buleng stared at Dai Gang's broken wrists. They were white and lustrous, somewhat like jade yet not, and somewhat like wood yet not.

He mumbled to himself, "I see, I see. Body of grasscord and white lotus… Unexpected, how unexpected. I've fought so many battles against you, but failed to notice. An undying body… I never imagined anyone would actually reach that level."

With a slight smile, Dai Gang replied, "You have good judgment, Brother Buleng. [Grasscord] is a product from my traveling days, when I chanced upon a few netherworld lotus seeds in the hall of Daya. From there, I received significant enlightenment."

Flesh grew from his broken wrists at a visible rate, forming two perfectly new palms.

Dai Gang's voice carried a magnetic charm that reminded people of the spring breeze.

Le Buleng's eyes were brightly lit at this point. The thrill inspired him. When it came to training, he never was one to follow conventions. The absolute arts he had created were all bewildering, ye