Seeking perfection could actually hinder progress.
"Instructor, your disciple, has achieved perfection in all four trainings. Such a person is bound to teach disciples who are also outstanding."
Xu Zirong recalled Bai Qilang he had seen at the dock. If one were to speak of his demeanor, there was perhaps a slight hint of brilliance, but he didn't seem like one blessed with unparalleled talent to break through the four barriers effortlessly.
Can this young man truly withstand the deep-sea-like entanglements and blood debts of Tongwen Hall?
Is he worthy of the personal transmission from Ninghai Zen?
"My disciple is like true gold, unafraid of being refined by fire. His temperament aligns closely with a Daoist poem I heard in my youth."
Chen Xing swept his eyes around and suddenly recited:
"Going with the flow to refine, make strong what was weak... Cleanse the dust, and attain the true flame of immortality. Refine again and again, blazing pills bright..."
