Xu Hao listened to his words, and instantly felt speechless.
If my biological father hadn't left me to fend for myself outside, would I be like this?
Would I idly endure others' scorn?
But of course, Xu Hao wouldn't say such things. He smiled slightly and said, "I know I'll rise up, but as it says in 'Meng ZI', 'When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on someone, it will first stress their mind, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their body and skin, deprive them of possessions, and frustrate their actions. Only then will their heart be moved and their temperament trained to increase what they cannot do.' The initial hardships are just to prepare me for better cultivation in the future."
"Haha, perhaps that's the case."
Camus was noncommittal and changed the subject, "There's not much time left now. What do you plan to do?"
Xu Hao looked around and smiled gently, "Camus, do you have a grudge with the Feisha Association people?"
