The two of them quickly left the courtyard.
Spring sunlight bathed their bodies, warm and comforting, with the air filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass.
"Cultivation is something that follows its own course; you can't force it."
As she walked, Luna spoke, turning her head to look at Kian Sterling, who was still looking dejected. "Corbin, Rhys, and the others may be a bit more advanced than you now, but that all came down to luck. It doesn't mean you're any less capable. You're already cultivating very quickly. It's only a matter of time before you catch up. But if you force a breakthrough and hurt your foundation, that would be a terrible trade-off."
Kian pulled at the corner of his mouth; he knew this perfectly well in his heart.
Looking back, he deserved everything he got—it was like dropping a rock on his own feet.
