Somewhere in Unknown No. Of Trial Cave,
Tyler White swam gracefully through the stream, feeling the water's cool embrace against his skin.
"Ouch... Ouch..."
"It hurts. Be gentle."
"Oh, I am wet."
"Can you please watch your words before saying them out loud?" Tyler said to the people around him.
Around him, immortal practitioners struggled against the stream, their meridians breaking bit by bit with each stroke. Groans of pain echoed through the air as they endured the agonising trial, determined to press on despite the excruciating challenge.
Many had already given up, retreating from the trial, unable to withstand the relentless assault on their meridians.
"How are you fine?" a man couldn't help but ask.
Tyler just ignored him.
His calm demeanour contrasted sharply with the struggling practitioners around him, who eyed him with a mix of envy and disbelief.
