The reason you had managed to flee was not because you possessed that ability.
It was because I had been willing to let you flee.
Besides, he was still his own mount. If his strength remained as pathetic as it was now, that would be rather embarrassing.
So before letting him out, he still needed some polishing...
With that somewhat bizarre train of thought in mind.
Very quickly.
In the spirit of making the other party remember his kindness, so that even after the passage of endless time, whenever he thought of him, he would still be unable to stop tears from streaming down his face.
That black-hearted fellow Orsaga.
Swiftly drew up a whole series of training plans for the unfortunate Dimogegen.
As for the specific training programs, since they sounded far too cruel, they were somewhat unsuitable for public disclosure.
It could only be said that every single one of them perfectly embodied the ultimate essence of the saying: "When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility upon a man, it must first afflict his mind with suffering, strain his sinews and bones, starve his flesh, empty his body, frustrate and confuse all his undertakings; thus it stirs his heart, toughens his nature, and increases what he is incapable of doing!"
Even if boundless golden light descended from the heavens and a Buddha crossed worlds to personally arrive in this world, he would still be unable to hold back his tears, forcibly moved by Orsaga's lofty spirit of stopping at absolutely nothing when training his subordinates...
It could be said.
That even a forbidden martial art as widely condemned as the Second Son's Path was, before the training programs laid out by Orsaga, merely an after-dinner sweet before a Thai massage—utterly unworthy of being shown off!
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