"Little sister, when will you ever come to realize?"
After seeing off Jiang Yuan, Jiang Ding flew alone in the sky, sighing after a long time.
He certainly didn't believe that a girl of eighteen or nineteen could see through the cycle of life and death and then laugh it off without any lingering concerns.
It was nothing more than studying being too bitter and wanting to escape, then self-deceivingly finding a reasonable excuse for it.
It was very normal.
Years of studying, with only one hour of rest per day—many people's willpower collapsed, unable to bear it, wanting to escape. That is human nature.
But it does not fit with cultivation!
If you don't have it, you just have to watch helplessly as your lifespan comes to an end.
"There's nothing that can be done."
Jiang Ding mused to himself.
If there is a lack of resources, he can provide; if the aptitude isn't there, there will be chances to change that in the future.
But if there's no desire to learn, there is no remedy.
