If it requires my life?
I would have fled long ago.
How far can someone like me eventually go?
As a martial student protected within an ivory tower, can I break through to the Grandmaster level?
If I just follow this smooth path, how far can I go?
Gong Ling suddenly let out a scoff.
She was mocking herself.
From time to time, she indulged in self-pity, feeling destiny unfair, feeling she had no chances, feeling her aptitude was not high.
But her true weakness was indeed timidity.
Yes, timidity, nothing more.
If you are unwilling to give even a little bit of a stake, what can you use to win the qualification of a powerhouse?
Rely on your habitual cowardice?
Grandmaster.
Only those who have faced death and survived have the qualification to reach it.
"Great-grandfather, I have decided to comprehend the Nine Styles of the Mystic Bow, please begin."
A few minutes later, Gong Ling spoke aloud.
She confronted her own timidity and overcame it.
