"You said this will be easy," Wang Li complained to the foreigner. "This isn't easy at all."
"Well, that's your fault, to be honest," Gale said with a smile and gave her another drink. This foreigner seemed to be with the right thing at the right moment. Perhaps having a vast personal space helped there. "Well, fault isn't the right term to describe it. Hmm. . . How about perseverance?"
"What do you mean?" Wang Li asked, perking her brows.
Gale didn't answer, but turned to his disciple. "Linlin, will you go and fetch me some sugar?"
The disciple left, giving him a quizzical gaze. She wasn't sure where's need for sugar was, but too meek to question.
"You see, your first fusion with a fate lock is always a unique experience," Gale told her. "In a way, the first fusion plays a big role in determining a practitioner's potential."
"I'm still lost as I was before." And it was not just because her mind was completely exhausted. Somehow, this foreigner wasn't making sense.
