'What if I succeed?'
He performed the Secret Technique, and wisps of green smoke curled up within the Quiet Chamber. On the Snow Silkworm Paper at the center of the Array, lines of text began to appear—
'I was a Spirit Servant of the Daluo Sect since childhood. From a young age, I was taught the method of Qi Eating and Talisman Drawing. Every day, I refined Talismanic Coins for the sect to support the Cultivation of Stewards, Daoists, Saintesses, and Guardians. Eighteen years have passed in this way…
'The Daluo Sect has no fewer than tens of thousands of Spirit Servants like me. If any of us failed to offer enough Talismanic Coins each month, we would be thrown into the dungeons and forced to refine them for three months without sleep. If we still couldn't meet the quota after that, we would never have a chance to rise.
