He shook his head with a wry smile; reality is always much more brutal than fantasy.
Merely mastering theoretical knowledge is far from enough. One must be able to create truly valuable achievements to stand firm in this reform.
Just as Frederick was lost in such worries and thoughts, a sudden, immense shock struck him.
It was a torrent of blessing so pure it was astonishing, transmitted from a relatively close distance with unprecedented intensity and concentration.
The sensation was like a person wandering in the desert suddenly encountering sweet dew, or a river on the brink of drying up suddenly merging with a surging tributary.
Frederick's body trembled violently, almost losing control in this intense pleasure.
He had to grip the edge of the podium tightly, forcing himself to maintain an outward calm.
But the shock was so intense that his legs began to go weak, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Whose blessing is this?"
