I looked at Paul Randall with eager eyes, hope filling every part of me.
But Paul Randall shook his head. "You get how dao techniques work now, so you should know that only your own understanding can get you to Martial Saint level."
"After all, nobody else can walk your path for you."
I had nothing to say to that.
He was right. If I hadn't figured out my own way forward, how could anyone else do it for me?
"Got it," I said with a small nod.
"Understanding dao techniques isn't something that happens overnight. Some folks spend decades on it, maybe their whole lives," Paul Randall explained.
"Being a Martial Saint is like reaching a fork in the road. You've got to pick which way you're going."
I got to my feet and nodded. "Right. Thanks for the advice, Senior."
After that, I left.
Over the next few days, when I wasn't making pills for Jimmy Ysabel, I spent all my time trying to find my path.
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Word about Paul Randall reaching Martial Saint level spread like wildfire.
