Sun Lingtong continually reminisced, trying to find a way to help Ning Zhuo.
Then he realized—
It was his countless injuries, many of which endangered his life!
It was the numerous sleepless nights over more than a decade!
It was the prolonged pain and suffering.
It was… Ning Zhuo!
Yes, Sun Lingtong had also once been greedy for success, trying by all means, regardless of the consequences, to improve his cultivation level, to recklessly increase his combat power, all to facilitate the search for his master.
Sometimes, the physical pain and wounds he suffered provided a strange sense of solace.
Numerous times, the pain forced him to interrupt his cultivation practice, lying idle on the sickbed all day long, which ironically became a rare chance to rest and recuperate.
If a person's heartstrings are stretched too tightly, they will eventually snap completely.
Sun Lingtong deeply understood that physical pain could sometimes serve as an outlet for the anguish of the soul.
