(I'll keep asking for monthly votes today. It's rare that I actually remembered this.)
Sometimes, a lot of things simply cannot stand up to close scrutiny, especially when they seem incredibly impressive at first glance. Take those Great Demon Lords sitting on Dark Thrones, waiting for heroes to push them around—can you imagine them wearing that suit of armor, which takes three hours to remove, twenty-four hours a day without rest, just sitting there radiating badassery? Or those heroic figures standing atop mountains and riversides in great cloaks, singing into the wind—wouldn't they get annoyed if they went back to take off their battle robes and found the knots had been tied dead? Those refined and dignified young geniuses with feather fans and silk scarves probably had miserable childhood memories of being chased down ten streets by their parents too. Wu Zetian was impressive, right? She still had her period every month!
For instance, right now: beneath the crystalline Emerald Crystal Cliff, the Blonde Girl sat with her eyes half-closed, playing a piece of Elven Music. What a beautiful sight. At first glance, anyone could be entranced for half an hour—but if you watched for half an hour, you'd be exhausted on her behalf...
The piece, "Key," lasted thirty-six minutes. It was lively, and eighty percent of it was rapid and dense, practically leaving no time to breathe. I figured an ordinary person would need at least half a year to a year of training just to open a door like this. Fortunately, Sandora was a Shilin Apostle with exceptional physical abilities, or she would have suffocated to death...
"A Jun, you were definitely thinking something extremely rude."
Just as that thought crossed my mind, a dark, square lump suddenly smashed into my face with a bang, snapping me back