"Master!"
Guk Rusong dropped to his knees, his long, graying hair hanging down on both sides. His voice was filled with dejection and resentment.
"I have failed."
He had cultivated bitterly for seventy years, reaching Nine Acupoints Perfection with a crippled, one-armed body. The hardship he endured was far beyond what an ordinary person could imagine.
But alas,
in the end, he still couldn't take that final step.
Stuck at the Innate Realm!
"You've already done your best. Such is fate. What can be done?" Zhu Ju sighed, gently shaking his head.
"Get up."
"..." Guk Rusong's body trembled.
"Thank you, Master!"
"Your path of cultivation may be hopeless, but there is still hope in life. There's no need to be so dejected," Zhu Ju looked at him and spoke slowly.
