Yang Jin had just returned to hand in the scriptures. Fortunately, his one hundred thousand character reflection was much improved in quality compared to before, and some of his insights were so profound they rivaled those of a Golden Elixir True Monarch.
"Continue!"
...
Back in his cave dwelling.
Yang Jin placed the scriptures on the table and seized the time to cultivate his mana.
His talent was mediocre to begin with, and now with the time lost reciting scriptures and writing reflections, his cultivation level lagged far behind his peers. In a few more years, even the disciples of the "Jing" generation would surpass him.
During these ten years,
Yang Jin experienced the warmth and coldness of the human world.
Fellow disciples turned from envy to disdain, from closeness to alienation.
Some unpleasant remarks, even when discussed privately, would eventually reach Yang Jin's ears after being repeated enough times, in loud enough voices, over the years.
