Lian Hengshan shook his head hard, as if trying to shake off yesterday's gloom. Suddenly, a voice rang out in his mind.
"Son, that's not all you're capable of, is it?"
In a daze.
Lian Hengshan seemed to return to the time after he had attended the Sword Washing Ceremony and left Qingmu City.
It had been the darkest period of his life.
After scaring a student from Hundred Battles Academy off the ring at the Sword Debate arena in Yingtian Academy, Lian Hengshan had fallen into a slump after returning home.
He stayed cooped up at home for two months. Not only did he refuse to leave the house, he barely even stepped out of his own room.
In the end, his father forcibly broke down the door, roughly dragged him out, and shoved him into the brilliant sunlight outside the front door.
"Look at yourself."
"Are you still the Lian Hengshan I know?"
"You lost, so you lost. Just win next time. What are you acting all depressed for?"
His father's tall figure entered his eyes, but after Lian Hengshan glanced at him, he lowered his head again. A few words were not enough to make him suddenly see the light.
He climbed to his feet, walked to the shadows beside the wall, and curled up into a ball.
He was afraid of the light.
It was as if he would be mocked the moment he exposed himself to it.
He had once looked down on people like this the most, but now he had become exactly the sort of person he hated.
Seeing him like this, his father's bellyful of complaints ultimately turned into a long sigh.
"Hengshan, I haven't cultivated, so I can't say something like, 'I understand how you feel.'"
"But I know that you've