"You... you've reached the Pillar Stone realm?"
The woman in the Star Skirt, A Li, asked.
It was a pointless question.
But it was the most pressing and unbelievable thing on her mind. Imagine being a "mentor" who happens to find a promising sapling. Just as you're preparing to cultivate it patiently, the sapling suddenly grows into a towering tree. How could that not be shocking?
"Not yet."
Shi Ming replied truthfully.
The Pillar Stone realm represented the apex of power, a state of no further advancement.
Shi Ming still had room to grow, so he wasn't a Pillar Stone.
Regardless of her motives, the Civilization Prologue she had taught him had been a great help. As Shi Ming's own knowledge expanded, he came to understand that the characters created by the gods were more than just a language; they were a "flame" for passing down a legacy.
Hearing Shi Ming's denial, A Li regained a sliver of her confidence.
