"No matter how hard it was before, it will be better for you from now on."
"Yes! I have always believed that I will become a strong person in the future!"
Yang Chen has been working tirelessly, all for the dream in his heart.
To fight for dignity!
"Cough, cough, if you keep working here, you'll likely waste a lot of time."
Xia Liu spoke the truth.
Yang Chen had the will, but reality beat him down.
No savings, no connections, no background.
To succeed in cultivation, he would have to pay a heavy price.
"I've made up my mind; in four more years, if I can achieve the cultivation of Qi Refinement at the tenth level, I'll go to Dao Primordial to take the test."
At the end, Yang Chen took a strong swig of wine.
"If I don't, I'll leave the Imperial City and look for a power that might take me in."
Yang Chen lived half his life as a loose cultivator.
He also wanted a place to belong.
That way, he could avoid many detours.
"Which palace do you want to enter in Dao Primordial?"
