"Between you and me, there's no need for formalities."
Chen Changming looked at Su Luo with a pang in his heart and sighed softly. "Actually, what I went through in my early years was just as miserable as yours. When I first heard about what you suffered in the Su Clan, it struck a powerful chord within me..."
He was telling the truth.
Back then, on Wilderness Island in the Human Realm, he had also been all alone—without resources, without anyone to rely on, to the point where even staying alive had become a distant hope.
He understood better than anyone the despair of being crushed beneath fate, the darkness where not even a shred of hope could be seen.
"You're a good person."
Upon hearing that, Su Luo lowered her head, her eyes slightly reddened. In a soft voice, she said, "Will a cultivation cripple like me become a burden to you? I know my talent is poor and my cultivation is slow. Wherever I go, I'll only hold others back. I... I don't want to become your burden..."
"You won't."
Chen Changming shook his head with a smile. "My talent for cultivation wasn't much better. Back then, just like you, cultivating was incredibly difficult for me. I made it this far not through talent, but through perseverance and luck."
He looked at Su Luo earnestly. "Since cultivating the Dao isn't working out, how about I teach you the art of body refinement?"
Body refinement?
Su Luo was startled. It was something she had never considered before.
Within the Su Clan, everyone cultivated only the Azure Spirit Body-Healing Art, only Dao arts, and never refined their bodies.
Body refinement was what Body Cultivators did, and on the Azure Wave Continent, Body Cultivators held far less status than Dao cultivators.