And so, the Son of Taotie dragged his scarred body into seclusion underground. If he couldn't create the Secret Technique in a year, he wouldn't emerge for a year. If he couldn't create it in ten years, he wouldn't emerge for ten years. And if he couldn't create it in a hundred, he would never see the light of day again!
Time flowed by as he worked to create the Secret Technique. The Son of Taotie spent nearly all day and night comprehending the Sealing Technique. Ten years, twenty years, fifty years—every day, he repeated the same thing without ever stopping.
