Inside the cave, the firelight flickered.
Li Ya sat on a stone, his upper body bare, wrapping his entire body's wounds with white cloth. Blood continually seeped out, looking extremely terrifying, yet he did not frown.
Hovering beside him was a soul body, an elder with a tall figure, stroking his beard as he watched him.
"You can endure the toxicity of the Thousand-Handed Demon Vine, your body has grown stronger again." The elder praised.
Li Ya responded calmly, "Still not enough. Compared to Lv Xian and Ji Xiaoyu, it's nothing. Not to mention, the sect has recently seen the rise of An Hao, who is said to have talent even more exaggerated than the two of them."
The elder chuckled, "They are born geniuses. You are different; you are a genius of effort and may still surpass them. From my perspective, innate talent is not the most important. What matters most is a steadfast Daoist Heart and a relentless spirit of perseverance."
