"What then, is the real truth?"
Tang Wan asked.
"The truth..."
Tang San, relieved that his descendant had given him an opening, a flicker of nostalgia appeared in his eyes as he slowly said:
"Do you all know how many years I studied the Path of Artifact Refining?"
"One hundred and seventy-two years."
Tang Wan immediately answered, "It's recorded in the family annals."
"No."
Tang San smiled and held up an index finger.
"Ten years."
"Only ten years."
Tang Wan blinked, momentarily unable to grasp the meaning.
"The reason it's only ten years is that my journey on the Path of Artifact Refining lasted only ten years. When I, after spending ten years, stepped into the realm of a Great Master of Artifact Refining, I suddenly discovered something terrifying."
Pressing the tip of his toe, Tang San spread his arms, showcasing the exquisitely perfect Secret Realm space, and spoke softly:
"I can only go this far."
"Beyond this, it's all just treading in place."
