Afterabriefrest,ImademywaytotheAsuraDivineHalltoseekmymaster.Thatwastheentirepurposeofthistrip.
“Master…isitpossibleformytalenttobefurtherenhanced?”
Hegme,thenbehindme—asifseeingsomeoneelse.Hisbrowsfurrowedslightly,andafaintsmileappearedattheerofhislips.
“Yourtalent…IbelieveIuandsomethingnow.”
AlthoughIhadoheDivineLordofAsuraafewtimes,herarelyshowedanyexpressionbeyondcalmindifferehathowallgreatbeingsoftheDaoorBuddhapathare—sereneanduhin?
Hetinued,
“Asyourcultivationgrows,thesealonyouriwillgraduallyloosen—untilitispletelyrestored.ThatisaheightevenSaintswouldenvy.”
“Thesealedgift?”
“ThesecretsofHeavenmustnotberevealed,”herepliedcryptically.“However,Ilendyouaportionofyourtalent—butyoumustpayaprireturn.”
Heraisedofinger,andiinstant,asoftwhitelightradiatedfrommybody.Mythoughtsbecamestartlinglyclear,aabreakthroughstirringinmycultivation.Twomier,thelightfaded,andmyrealmhadadvaheMidFoundatioablishmentstage.Mymilikeithadbee—questionsIoncehadaboutcultivationweresuddenlycrystalclear.
Thenmymasterslowlyadded,
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