Now, all she wanted was to do what she could for Flying Opera Group, to do what she could for Yue Mingxuan, and to ease his burdens, even if only a little.
"If you keep training like this, your body won't be able to take it," Tang Youyou finally said, unable to watch any longer.
"I can still hold on a bit longer." Yue Mingxuan lifted his head stubbornly. "Or are you unwilling to teach me?"
"Even if you exhaust yourself, what can be improved will improve, and what cannot will not change no matter how much you force it. Cultivation is something that comes naturally in time. If you focus only on the outcome, you'll end up like Consort Wan."
Tang Youyou's voice was cool, but her words struck Yue Mingxuan like a wake up call.
Wasn't he pushing himself so desperately just to avenge Rong Qinglei?
"I understand." Yue Mingxuan sighed.
