Lin Zhi gazed at the two before him, his thoughts drifting back to the past.
Back then, they were only trying to help him, though their words hadn't been the most accurate.
Because he was young, their way of expressing themselves often made the sensitive him a bit reluctant to lift his head.
Later, he came to understand somewhat. Gradually, he stopped caring about the gaze of others.
Even when faced with hurtful words, he chose to selectively ignore them.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Lin Zhi looked at the two in front of him and calmly said, “Lord Rabbit once told me: ‘When Heaven bestows a great mission upon someone, it first tests their will, exhausts their body, starves their flesh, and depletes their spirit.’
Back then, I didn’t quite understand.
I thought it meant that one had to endure such trials to become an immortal.
Later, when the grand era began, I left the sect, came to the East, and encountered the Dark Dao of today. Only then did I understand what it truly means for Heaven to bestow a great mission upon someone.
Only those with unyielding willpower can endure the pressure brought by the changes of Heaven and Earth. Only those who can bear this pressure can walk their own path.
Even if no one else stands beside them.”