The tower soared straight up, disappearing into the clouds, its exact height obscured from view.
Shay reached out intending to light a cigarette, but then remembered that he should maintain some dignity as an elder in front of the novice disciples. Embarrassed, he withdrew his hand.
"You all might have guessed why I brought you here."
"Honestly, your talents are poor, and even with the usual Awakening Potion available in the market, it's difficult for you to awaken. Without awakening, even the best cultivation techniques are beyond your reach."
Listening, a young man dressed in luxurious clothing sadly lowered his head. His family was clearly well-off, affording many attempts at different methods and potions to aid awakening.
It was all in vain.
Even the presence of an Ancestor from the Unity Realm, invited by his parents, could not improve his low cultivation talent.
It was akin to a death sentence.
He would never be able to cultivate.
