Zhu Zhengwei arrived and looked up, feigning surprise: "Is that a mural of a divine spirit?"
"Indeed it is."
The enormous octopus answered.
After a pause, she put down the brush and ink, speaking, "Sir, the seven methods of the Divine Sect you established, now only three are left, ready to end their cycle—what a regretful matter! If not limited by your body and illness, what astonishing achievements could have been achieved in the future? That remains an unknown."
"Perhaps," Zhu Zhengwei smiled.
Though that was his response,
Zhu Zhengwei knew that the three methods were already his limit of accumulation.
From the high standpoint of a god observing the world, of learning constantly through various accumulations, moving forward is not impossible, but the speed is extremely slow, requiring a rebuild from the beginning.
Then one might ask:
If you only have three methods, why call it seven methods?
It's a matter of prestige.
