The first time wasn't worth it. The second time wasn't worth it either. The third time barely made it worthwhile. Only by the fourth time did it truly count.
Huo Yuhao had walked this road several times, and each journey had been harder than the last.
Zhang Lexuan picked up her pen again and added a few words at the end of the annotation, leaving herself a reminder.
[Clear Sky Sect was, in truth, a mirror for Huo Yuhao.
He rarely hit walls elsewhere. Shrek treasured him, Tang Sect relied on him to hold things together, and Spirit Pagoda had been founded because of him.
But when he arrived at Clear Sky Sect, he was nothing at all—just a young brat who wanted to see someone else's daughter.
Niu Tian and Tai Tan did not care how many halos he wore. They only cared whether he had the ability to protect Wang Dong.
That standard was harsh—so harsh that Huo Yuhao could cough up blood at the gate and still fail to pass.
Yet it was precisely because that standard was harsh that, when Huo Yuhao eventually met it, it proved even more.
Tai Tan and Niu Tian ultimately acknowledged him not because they had been moved, but because he had truly produced something worthy of their approval.]
Xiao Xiao sat in the cafeteria with a bowl of freshly served wontons before her.
When she saw Lin Ye write that Clear Sky Sect was a mirror, she found the description rather interesting.
Xiao Xiao had rarely dealt with the great sects outside. She stayed at Shrek, where everyone she met was either a classmate or a friend. She had never seen the kind of place where people were put on a scale and weighed.
But what Lin Ye had written