"Truly, a fine piece of jade."
Fernan gazed at the face that shattered and reformed once again, whispering softly with unabashed admiration, yet not hiding his disdain and contempt.
He knew Ji Jue was experimenting through trial and error.
Using his enemy, even himself, Ji Jue repeatedly attempted to scale the peak before him.
No matter how many times he fell and broke to pieces.
Yet, right before his eyes, Ji Jue, who originally had no power to fight back, continuously broke through his inherent limits, each time persevering longer.
The height he climbed gradually surpassed the theoretical limit.
This had nothing to do with talent!
It was a more hidden, profound, and unwavering obsession, a fixation as solid as iron and stone. Isn't the essence of Ember precisely this?
Even when at a dead end, unable to escape one's self-righteous arrogance.
But so what!
Isn't everyone the same?!
