Nan Zhubin walked along the road, lost in thought as he looked at the back of his hand.
The knuckles of his fist were slightly red, and the area near the joints was somewhat pale; he tried moving his fingers, finding them not very flexible, probably still a bit swollen.
After all, the force of action is mutual.
It's just a lack of regular exercise and not much experience in conflicts with others—of course, the latter isn't entirely a bad thing.
"Looks like I need to find time to hit the gym, maybe even practice some martial arts if possible."
Nan Zhubin muttered to himself.
It's not necessarily about constantly looking for someone to affirm your inner purity; it's just that there are things one doesn't have to do, yet shouldn't be incapable of doing.
