Yet he did not complain. He did not ask for easier methods. When his comprehension hit a wall, he simply swung the sword another ten thousand times.
Months ago, in his hunger to catch up, Wang Tian had tried to mimic the movements of Su Ming's Cloud Dragon Sword Technique. But the dragon path was not something an ordinary cultivator could simply master. Without understanding the nature of a true dragon, it had only backfired on him, nearly causing great harm and forcing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.
He had failed. But instead of falling into despair, Wang Tian had drawn a clear line. Su Ming, his master, was a dragon destined to soar above the heavens, while he was merely a man with a sword. He would not chase the dragon.
His sword path was anchored directly to his Dao heart. His master had pulled him out of the abyss, rebuilt his foundation, and given him a second opportunity at life.
