At least the gods had cared enough to give him limits, right? But to Fan Ling, it was only an annoyance. He had lived for thousands of years, breached immortality in cultivation worlds, this kind of limitation was like a leash and a collar around his neck.
Why was it like that? I'm not weak to words. They're just mere words. I never cared about others thoughts before. But why? Why did the curse showed that to me? I'm not... scared by their words... am I? No, I'm not. Maybe it was something else? Brush it off! I need to focus.
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