But in truth, none of the problems Lan Fang Ziyi had would ever arise among the Enforcement Hall's disciples.
People like him could never enter the Enforcement Hall in the first place. Even disciples whose combat strength fell short would be eliminated in the first round of screening. Naturally, there was no need to tell Lan Fang Ziyi any of this.
In the end, Su Jiu still chose to take Lan Fang Ziyi with her.
As the two walked through the darkness, Su Jiu could not help asking through voice transmission, "Has your Heavenly Secret Sect never considered developing your combat abilities?"
Lan Fang Ziyi's expression stiffened at the question. He gave a bitter smile. "Of course we have. But every gain comes with a loss. Since we were granted the talent to steal heaven's secrets, we were destined to lose something in exchange. For instance, our physiques can never reach the level of ordinary cultivators, and our arts are destined to fall a notch below those of other cultivators at the same rank."
Su Jiu glanced at Lan Fang Ziyi. "But I don't think Yun Huanling is weak now."
Lan Fang Ziyi did not deny it. He even nodded. "That's why disciples in our sect sometimes say in private that he's the true favored son of heaven.
"But what favored son of heaven? A Ling simply put in more effort than ordinary people.
"If you want to talk about luck, his only stroke of luck was that he suffered no lasting aftereffects after using that secret treasure.
"But his Advancement to Nascent Soul was a bloody ordeal. I still remember the day he came out of the Seclusion Room. Not one part of his body was unscathed, and the tear tracks on his face hadn't even dried.
"He may