"Discovered it?" Qingluan asked with a smile.
"This, I don't know why at that time, I was so precise in catching that bullet." Song Yun frowned, puzzled.
"It's because of your heart," Qingluan said with a laugh. "What I told you last time, the heart of a person who practices martial arts."
"Heart?"
"Yes, if it were just brute strength, you could match an ordinary god-ranked martial artist, but the heart you cultivate is way off from theirs, so much so that it's like you both have the strength of a hundred jin, but while they wield maces and axes, you are using a wooden stick. Even if both of you have the power of a hundred levels, they can easily defeat you!"
"Oh? I think I kind of get it now!"
