"...I choose..."
"Master... are you sure I should enter this? It feels like a furnace in here," Ariya said, her face twisted with discomfort. Her master had just drained some blood from a Rank 4 being, and now it was pooled before her.
The room was unbearably hot—far hotter than anything she had ever experienced. She only managed to stay conscious because she was a high-level Rank 1 being. She had broken through rapidly due to the cultivation techniques she had learned from her master, allowing her to reach this level in record time.
"Yes," her master replied calmly, "if you want revenge, you must take risks to get stronger."
Ariya hesitated, looking at her master, who wore a long robe with nothing underneath, every detail visible to her. "Master... if I fail, will I die?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, you will. Knowing this, will you still enter?" her master laughed, her eyes fixed on her disciple.
