In the third year, Mu You began trying to cast aside his eagerness for quick results and truly focus on studying Potionology. He opened the first notebook again and started from the beginning.
This time, he stopped chasing progress, stopped making those pointless calculations of time, and stopped confining himself to a seven-year deadline.
He had figured it out. What he really needed was to learn Potionology, not complete the coursework Vivian had assigned. So what if he took more than seven years? He had unlimited time anyway. Whenever he finished learning, that would be the end of it.
Mu You stopped tormenting himself. When he wanted to rest, he closed his eyes and rested. Once he had rested enough, he got up and continued reading.
And when he stopped treating reading as a task and genuinely wanted to learn something, he finally began to discover the pleasure of Potionology. Little by little, he immersed himself in it, at one point even finding himself unable to pull away.
After that, he maintained this thirst for knowledge all the way to the present, the seventeenth year, before finally finishing the first seven notebooks.
Mu You ran his hand over the seven notebooks, let out a breath, and stood up. The barrier automatically dissolved.
Of course, he had not chosen to stop because he had completed his task and no longer wanted to continue. Rather, he knew that after seventeen years, his accumulated mental fatigue had reached its limit. Continuing would only cause his efficiency to plummet. There was no need to deliberately torment himself.
He reached out to catch the playing card flying toward him, put it away, and turned to look at the canary on the grass nearby.
"You seem to have changed a great deal." Vivian looked up at