Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't eat, only having some clean food in front of others.
This feeling is much like a cultivator who has already begun fasting; ordinary food becomes harmful and would contaminate their pure body.
Just as Divine was eating noodles,
Carlos walked over.
He now had a jacket on, the hem flapping noisily in the hurricane wind,
He looked tired and said, "Divine, before meeting you, I've never felt so powerless. Compared to you, I am really insignificant."
"Your surfing skills are also very good, don't be too hard on yourself." Divine put down his chopsticks and comforted him.
"You are too modest," Carlos said with a bitter smile, "I recently watched a video of you training in an indoor surfing park in Chicago on social media. I was amazed at your learning ability but also doubted whether you could apply these skills in the real ocean. Now, seeing it... I've underestimated you."
