Xie Luohe's nostrils flared as she let out a soft snore.
Zheng Xiu noticed that Xie Luohe seemed to have truly fallen asleep. Recalling her words that she had "never slept," he couldn't help but smile faintly and whisper, "Liar."
The process of pushing open the seventh door of the [Painter] Path had come earlier and more easily than Zheng Xiu had imagined.
But looking back on the road he had walked as a "Painter," the moment he truly pushed open the new door brought him not elation, surprise, or shock, but a sense of natural progression, as if it were a matter of course.
'So, it's about playing a role.'
Zheng Xiu realized that to truly delve deeper into a Path, it wasn't enough to just talk the talk, nor was it about mechanically following some specious-looking rule. Doing so might let one step through the door, but it wouldn't allow one to go any deeper.
