Sheng Lan's expression suddenly changed when she heard these questions. The smile slowly changed into a wistful expression as she looked down at the water, cupping it with her hands.
"Well, it's not hard to figure out why the Divine Citadel is like this", she told her, "This place was created as a nurturing ground for talent. However, as time went by there was a decline as such talent. Less people were interested in reaching the higher realms, and less motivated to aim higher. The higher one goes, the more difficult it becomes. After all, is there truly an end to Cultivation? Is a person's strength reliant on their talent? Or is it perseverance? Willpower? At what point, does one feel as though they have enough strength? Will it ever feel enough to them?"
Sheng Lan sighed, glancing over at Ming Yue.
