The memory of those gourds sent a fresh wave of anger through him. He’d examined them endlessly on his way back, and no matter how he looked at them, they had seemed perfectly ordinary. He’d even hollowed a few out to carry spring water, an act that earned him mocking laughter when his fellow apprentice-brothers spotted him.
Su Zhenghao sneered inwardly, but his face remained a mask of pure innocence. “I don’t know what spiritual energy is,” he
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