"Senior Brothers, do you think I still have hope of successfully establishing my foundation in this lifetime? Could I still become an External Courtyard disciple?"
Each time after crying, the young Huang Zhong would look at Fang Bai and Shi Ming with tear-filled eyes, pitifully asking this question.
In truth, Huang Zhong had already lost hope regarding his ability to establish his foundation. The reason he asked this question was merely to seek a bit of self-deceiving comfort from Fang Bai and Shi Ming.
Shi Ming, not being skilled at words, simply scratched his head each time he faced Huang Zhong's inquiries, unsure how to respond.
Fang Bai, however, said, "Junior Brother Huang, don't lose heart, nor give up. Your injury is not entirely untreatable; it's just that the required Marrow Cleansing Pill is difficult to refine, and its ingredients are hard to find. I believe someday your injuries will heal, and you will surely succeed in establishing your foundation!"
