...
The repeated humiliations burned painfully into Chen San's memory.
Yet no matter how intense the pain, it couldn't overshadow his desire to cling on.
"Relying solely on myself, spending a lifetime would only see me twisting and struggling in the filthy, muddy cracks of the lower echelons, growing just a few insignificant leaves."
"At any time, a larger stone might crush me entirely, or an unwitting footstep might grind me to dust."
"Relying on myself alone is definitely not viable, but it's not without hope!"
"I am originally just a weed. Only by climbing high mountains can a humble vine stretch to some height, touch more sunlight, and see more scenery."
"They look down on me merely because I hold little value. Who would recruit a worthless weed vine with a low-grade spirit root as a subordinate?"
"How can I make myself more valuable?"
"Perhaps rooting in the lower realm is both my weakness and my strength..."
