Men could not stand provocation, while women could not stand being slighted. Even the tiniest thing could make them put on a cold face, as if you owed them eight million.
"In fact, once some things begin, they can no longer be stopped."
Konan had been drenched like a wet rat, while Ronglin's clothes remained spotless, without a single trace of water. Even the raindrops falling from his umbrella failed to splash onto him. Dressed in white, Ronglin stood amid the downpour with an umbrella in hand and a faint smile on his face.
Konan could not help glancing at him from the corner of her eye, admitting inwardly that although Ronglin was irritating, he really was handsome.
"Do you think Nagato can still stop using the Rinnegan now? Although constantly using the Rinnegan will make him weaker and weaker, with his body deteriorating by the day, can he stop?"
Konan fell silent. Ronglin was right. Once certain things had begun, stopping them became difficult.
Many times, that feeling was like drug addiction. Once there was a first time, it became hard to stop. Nagato was the same. Although the Rinnegan caused his body to worsen by the day and made him increasingly frail.
The Rinnegan could give Nagato tremendous power, something ordinary people could never attain. To put it bluntly, even if someone told Nagato to stop using the Rinnegan now, he would not stop. On the contrary, he might even consider that person his enemy.
Just like drugs—once there was a first time, it became impossible to suppress the urge any longer.
Ronglin was the same. He was not a god, merely a very ordinary person. His strength simply exceeded most people's understanding, but what could that change?
Ronglin himself could summon the Demonic Statue of the Outer