In the Western Wastes, even in the Central Plains, it was almost impossible for a Golden Core Master to prostrate and kowtow to someone at the Foundation Establishment level. Even if someone at the Foundation Establishment level saved their life, the most a Golden Core would do was to say indifferently, "You're not bad."
But Master Taohua wouldn't think this way.
Just like how she once knelt in front of her parents and teachers.
She had practiced cultivation for two hundred and thirty-two years, yet she knew that reaching Infant Ascension was nearly impossible. Even with day and night efforts, sparing no diligence, she would still find herself stuck at a certain hurdle.
She had also seen countless seniors exhaust their lives and pay innumerable prices, only to ultimately become a handful of yellow soil.
She had seen many resigned individuals indulge themselves in pleasure-filled lifestyles or live unrestrained, but if that was the case, what meaning would their lives have?
