Temple, Ant, Notebook

Not made to be practiced by humans did not mean that those who were able to successfully practice it were not humans. It could only be said that the great Emperor of the Qing Kingdom had honed a determined and supernatural heart for the sake of his desires. Fan Xian sat by Sigu Jian's bed and thought about this matter. He couldn't help but feel slightly surprised or suppress the feeling that he was looking up to a tall mountain. Although the mountain was not particularly beautiful or approachable, and only seemed tall and distant piercing into the clouds, it was impossible not to be moved by it.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his tired eyes. In a low voice, he quietly said, "When it comes to talent, Haitang is sufficient. In terms of determination, Thirteenth Wang is enough. As for hard work, I don't think I am inferior to anyone. I still cannot see any opportunity for a latecomer to take that step. Why is this the case?"