"...Since you can ask this question, I'm afraid you've already realized that a firm will is the foundation of everything."
A voice echoed in Shan Bing's mind.
This startled Shan Bing awake from his dreams.
It's been several months since he returned from the northwest Dengzhou, yet that inexplicable teaching has only become clearer—the more so when facing enemies he could never defeat, the more so in the depths of despair. Those boring words of encouragement initially appeared increasingly useful to him.
Indeed, as long as he persisted, it would be fine. Although he didn't know what use this persistence would have, as long as he could hold on, he could survive, and surviving was the only way to have a future.
Hence, a question arose.
What exactly did he realize back then?
