As time goes by, the expectations and curses weighing on one's shoulders grow heavier and heavier.
In such a narrow crevice, the gifted can only strive to grow. Once that growth halts, those malicious people will immediately pounce, adopting an air of "seasoned veterans" and saying, "See? I told you they wouldn't make it." This sense of humiliation is unbearable for an arrogant genius—far worse than death.
"I feel that many people are rejoicing in my stagnation, taking pleasure in my lack of progress. I also feel the disappointment of many people I respect."
Gu Ling sighed and said.
"I wish I could help, Miss Gu."
Zhou Xuan couldn't even manage to make this business deal happen,
since none of the tattoos he had learned could amplify someone's sensation of pain.
As for the three totems he just learned yesterday—White Tiger Head, Red Snake, Faceless Woman—they demonstrated divination and could channel Divine Power.
