"It has been three thousand years, and no one has managed to cross the Golden River to retrieve the elemental fruit," a middle-aged man said with a sigh. He looked out at the golden river before him. He had been born long before this river ever appeared in this place, and yet he could not think of anything but this river.
"That is to be expected. If it was so easy to get one's hands on something as heaven-defying as the elemental fruit, the world would be filled with cultivation geniuses. Only the fated can get their hands on something like this."
"No matter how hard we normal people try, we can never get our hands on things like these. It is impossible for us." The single sentence from the middle-aged man started yet another discussion over the matter.
